Saraf (שרף)

I can be your lie, I can tempt you with an alibi.
I can hold your own for you.
I can take away anyone that spits in your face,
I can get an old, dusty rope and sneak up on them.

But hey, you can always throw me away if you want to.
I’m just a dream, just a thought in the back of your head.
And I’m not so much megalomaniacal, I just know what’s best for you.
I promise.

Next time there’s someone beating your ass, I’ll be there.
I’ll be your confidence, your respect, your humility.
Next time you’re hyped up on all the cocaine you can handle,
I’ll be that little drop of conformity and tranquility.

When you think you might be having a shadow of a doubt,
I’ll be on top of your skull beating out the insecurities.
I’ll squeeze and wring your neck until you’re devoid of all impurities.
I swear I have a heart of leather, a brain of steel, and a soul of lead.

So bow before your undeniable savior, your messiah.
Bow down to the concrete and let the migraines bleed out.
I’ll trickle down that river of pain, out into the omniscient.
Then I’ll slither into another willing degenerate and manipulate.