Inside of Me

Iside of Me
Jourdain



I have a friend whose name I forget,
In fact, I'm not sure we've ever met.

But he comes by my bed late at night.
And tells me wicked stories to fill me with fright.

Tells me of sins I must atone for.
Tells me how to close up this cold door.

This friend of mine dances at the edge.
Leading me to the ledge.

He laughs and sneers.
Points and jeers.

Please oh please stop him.
I don’t want to meet them.

These demons he travels by.
Telling me everything truth is lie.

This shadow on my wall.
Towering over me.  Oh, so, tall.

This friend of mine really isn’t there.
Nothing but wisps of air.

But this fiend I call a friend
means to make me an end.

This friend in the back of my mind.
That’s right.  The only place you can find…

…find this horrible notion
for which there is no potion.

Is in the mind of one sick child.
Whose fantasies are let run wild.

I have a friend whose name I can’t tell.
But I do so know him well.

His name is something I want to forget.
For he is something I regret.

This friend of mine that you can’t see
only lives inside of me.