Undercover agents,
Within the cover of night.
Shadow warriors,
Within my mind’s fight.
What do they want,
These agents of darkness?
Counterintelligence spies,
Convincing me I’m hopeless.

The spies despise my eyes,
Because they’re the perfect disguise.
My lies cover up my tries,
And accusations my lawyer denies.
Too many damn questions,
Like what’s, when’s, or why’s.
Got too many enemies,
Could use a few allies.

Spetsnaz, or ninjas,
Or secret killers in my head.
Hassassin stalk my thoughts,
Parts of me are already dead.
I can not give them,
The secrets that they crave.
I am either unknowing or unwilling,
But I take them...