The Second Side

It's here as I speak
I feel its presence
It's trying to guide me
And teach me the lessons

Sometimes it fades
Or may disappear
It has only aggression
And never any fear

Its depth of solitude
Is never ending
It's always alert
And its signals are sending

It has no power button
Or off-and-on switch
It never sleeps
And never can glitch

Sometimes it takes over
And throttles my mind
Fueling the injection
Which changes me from time to time

It often prevails
And often proceeds
Causing my mind to ache
And my heart to bleed

Will it ever shut down
Or stop working
In the back of my mind
I feel it smirking

It monitors my thoughts
And unscrambles the code
Its waiting for the signal
To go into power mode

It responds to anger
And thrives off of stress
It is making me nervous
Making me a mess

It is always thinking
And always awake
It's never doubtful
And never fake

It can't get broken
It cannot be destroyed
But instead contained
Until once again deployed

At any moment
It could appear
Making my thoughts
Shatter and smear

It's creating a blueprint
Of my future and past
It is like a gun
Waiting to blast

It is shaping and molding
My stance and foundation
Which makes me hate
Its very creation

Its clock is ticking
By second and hour
It's waiting for the day
When it has complete power