The Dealer Of Consciousness

A Poem by Joey Martinez

I know its wrong but I continue to cause harm
Deceiving those who lend a hand or even a arm
Why can't I stop myself from doing these things
Why can't I realize the sadness it brings
Where's the voice in my head to let me know what to do
Why can't I man up and blame myself instead of you
The conscious in my head
Lies unresponsive in bed
But I hear there's a few up for sale
I hope I get one soon because mine has failed
I'm afraid that if I keep doing wrong
The fat lady will sing her last song
And I will become what's inside my head
Nothing, nada, dead
So I explore the vacant town
Looking all around
But nothing has been found
The ghost town of my mind
A conscious is something I'll never find