Someone said there's a place in my Head where the Living and the Dead carry on discourse.
I denied that anything inside could be forced to provide any proof of being in there.
Then the giggle of the Chorus who had gone so long before us burbled up through the porous part of Me I call my Mind.
Laughing they said that I'd made my Bed and to argue with the Dead proved me Madder than I'd feared.
I inhaled my Dread realizing I'd fed my Sanity on the Bread that They couldn't really be there.
Once again the Chorus giggled as upon my chair I wiggled and the line I drew grew squiggled between Them and Me.
So misled - so many Years I sought a Thread to follow backwards in my Head to take me to my Source.
Then I fled, the Mark of Cain upon my head. Which was oddly God's protection since my Brother now lay Dead.
I denied that I was Filthy Screaming "I cannot be Guilty!" yet the One who knew my Truth had Loved me more than I could fathom.
Then the Sinless Self-Professors told their Lies to their Confessors and as One pointed fingers at my Guilt. Shouting DAMNED!
Laughing they said that I'd left my Brother Dead and for me there was no Heaven. It was Hell that I should Dread.
I cried until I bled. I beat my chest. "My Life Instead!"
Once again the Chorus sounded while my beating fists still pounded but the words they said resounded through the Torment in my Soul.
Peace instead. So many years you have ahead to follow forward as a thread to bring you to My side.