Noah built an ark
He was thinking of the future
I built myself a raft
I was thinking of myself
.
I have always been the victim of
my own machinations I always gave in to the blunt and vicious side of
my nature I feed that hump monkey with my bitter delusions
and confectionery lies I’m not a victim I’m a volunteer the sickness of this world is fear fear of disclosure fear of truth
fear of death creeping fear is the prime motivator the scent of excitement the stench of dread apprehension take a little whiff and he’ll make your wildest
nightmares seem true
my cloak of invincibility my masquerade of masculinity are driven by the shameful quirt of fear the whole public edifice hangs on one tarnished nail the threat of exposure the disgrace of discovery fear is the touch of death my most secret paramour fear has driven me to the contortions and exploits that map the surfaces of my life but the hidden depths are his alone he is emperor of the interior my internal story is one of revolution of my struggle against his tyranny I’ve learned throughout the years that inaction breeds doubt and fear you gain in strength courage and confidence when you confront your fear