Wake With Weapons

Wake up one day with an axe in my hand.
Why, why; can’t comprehend.
Makes me think my dreams were reality.
God no, did I kill somebody?
Brain foggy and memory obscured.
Police, open up; can be heard.
Leap out of bed with my chest on fire.
Panic and fear burn like a funeral pyre.

Then in comes the door.
Armed but not ready for war.
Demands I surrender.
Then I blackout.
Its as if I’ve been on a bender.

When I awake bodies are strewn.
Blood and gore covers my room.
I see the badges and feel sick.
Clearly I did whatever this is.
Familiarity tells me this wasn’t unique.
Is that why I awoke holding this?
I think as I look at the axe.
Now it is bloody and I can’t relax!

Crash out my apartment feeling dizzy.
Black out again pretty quickly.
When I arise I’m somewhere new.
Surrounded by money, hookers and booze.
Confused I stumble forth.
A couple ladies crash in armed to the tooth.
Boss you okay, they ask all concerned.
How long have I been out, is this all earned?

Laughs erupt from deep inside.
A voice not quite mine feels inclined.
Fills in the blanks until it clicks.
Multiple personality disorder.
Innocent me is a fix.

Lost in the revelation that I’m a fraud.
Other me thinks its worth it to applaud.
How is this so fucking funny to you?
Cause I am the major of us two.
Then banish me is I can live in peace.
Stop being a child is his statement to me.
Then I realise everyone is staring.
Blackout again, hope its forever lasting.

Rise like the dead from a shallow grave.
Head is ringing and I don’t feel brave.
Look around this is not a dream.
I feel some liquid, my head is bleeding.
More than that there is a hole.
Terror strikes as I realise it all.
I’ve been shot but somehow survived.
Time to blackout I demand for the first time.

Doesn’t happen, I’m alone.
Bullet wound must’ve killed that clone.
What a time to lose the other.
Kinda sad I guess.
He was like my demented brother.

Three years passed with no relapse.
New name and life, feeling relaxed.
Never thought I would get to here.
Especially after the murder career.
Yet now I know everything the other me did.
Thankfully it netted him a great nest egg.
Its what I’ll be living off the rest of my life.
Not while I continue to fucking survive.