Words and thoughts and 'god'

If I offer a part of my heart,
give you but a piece of my soul,
will that feed your hunger?
No, I thought not,
for you must have everything,
a jealous ‘god’ you are

Time for time, thought for thought,
which door did I pick,
the tiger chases the dream

In the maze I find more than mirrors,
see doors that open both ways, strange it is. The words were not laid out
upon the page, this time.

They burned into the flesh
Branded in a form that marks me
in the eyes of all who will cross my path.

Murder, first they say to walk upon your land. I wish I’d known your preference, I would have raised the lamb