Crooked Head

Someone take it all away.
Invent something to make me stay.
A duel personality.
An alternate reality.

Her voice calling me.
Keeps on calling me.
Memories I can’t see.
Won’t you let me be?

Figures from the past stand tall.
Her features blurred, I can’t recall.
Her body crooked, tangled hair.
Soulless pigs who took their share.

She keeps calling me.
Keeps on calling me.
Won’t you set me free?
I’m sure you’ll agree.

Crumbled leaves caress the ground.
Off to the side I hear a sound.
Don’t want to look, don’t want to see.
Don’t want to know what we could be.