Deadwheeling

I struck the wrong chord in my mind
a chord made out of doubt 
I used my weapons and my resources
I've hung them out to dry
I've lost myself this time

Spiders stagger up the walls of my mind
laid with oil too slick to climb
Much too illogical to believe
Please stay don't leave
I'm sorry if I scared you.

Eye to eye I see through you
you've struck the wrong chord
played this game too long
I still see you sleep
this time on a wooden bed
You lay so still perhaps too much so
but you struck the wrong chord

No it's not okay it's not alright
Subconscious suicide
Deadwheeling again
straight to your grave this time
So much more to see
than what they have shown
I'll never see you again
not this time at least

MM 1992