The Possession (Writer Of The Night)

THE POSSESSION (WRITER OF THE NIGHT) - Written by Carroll Bryant

Holy sweet persistence 

I'm running out of time

Damn you sick insistence 

I'm going out of my mind

Who's that, that I talk to?

It's just another white sheet

My life is only limited

Life is what I must beat

Writer of the night

Some call it obsession 

Writer for my life

It's only possession 

Writer for the fight

Caught between a dream and oblivion 

Writer is my wife

Spirit of the possession 

Maker, taker, inventor 

I am the creator

Shaker, breaker, isolator 

I am the destroyer 

Loner, toner, gonner

I am the deliverer 

Power, hour, sour

I am the devourer 

Sickness only dwells in the mind of the insanity

Evil's only hell in the pockets of your poverty

I am only one or maybe I am more

Could be nobody at all

Or maybe I am four

Tell me, Mr. No One

Is it me or my name?

Show me a proper way

Is it real or a game?

Who's that, that I talk to? 

It's just another blank face

It tears right across my soul

And then drifts out into space

Writer of the night

Some call it obsession 

Writer for my life

It's only possession 

Writer for the fight

Caught between a dream and oblivion 

Writer is my wife

Spirit of the possession

Downer, frowner, clowner 

I am the get arounder

Leader, bleeder, needer

I am the more free'er

Loser, bruiser, boozer

I am the morning snoozer

Higher, flyer, tighter

I am the all-nighter

Writer of the night

Some call it obsession 

Writer for my life

It's only possession 

Writer for the fight

Caught between a dream and oblivion 

Writer is my wife

Spirit of the possession