The Mistress stands before me Eyes wide and full of wrath Her cane held in her right hand On her left foot, a cast
Beware, she says The chaos in your heart will never cease Until you find another way to harness what you seek
Her haunting tone Her restless speech The music of her mouth Her screeching nails and inner life are like a storm: They're loud
At once, in all her glory then, we both begin to dance My head rolls back, my chest explodes My hand begins to cramp To not know any peace is the great nightmare for us all To wake and feel unsettled in a house that has no walls
So I must sing and build the walls to cradle my own space And my own sound will grow the fortress of a home erased And her and I, will find a way to live as dueling twins But I will know, if in the end Mistress of Mayhem wins
