Extractor

I got invaded last night

Or was it my fright?

Being shadowed by an extractor guide

Me and my subconscious might...

They stole my story

Of well-behaved crook

Noting what I took

From God and his crew

This desperate plight

Every middle of the night

Could now be officially

A glorious circus fight

Between my vision of the past

That will for ever last

And the inherited thoughts

And noises of my own cast

It's a game of association

A connection of minds

That don't belong there

Because someone broke in

Does it help

To pay?

Does it work away

The guilt

It's not my idea

To wake up early

It's a gathering of spheres

Some wrong intent

It got me off the hook

I try to turn off the phone

And let only Him in

For the rest of it

© GdJ