Just a little something, inspired by the original poem Guy In The Glass. Enjoy. |
The past is gone But the memories Will still and always remain The guilt that haunts and lingers Will never fade away I have fought throughout All of the ages I can stand To mention in this mindset That I am hungry Hungry for something else For something deathly For something unclean For something unshakable I will not fade away But the lust in this Drives a wicker finger down into my chest Caving in all comprehension Implodes the killer inside The instinct brought forward By the weeping, the screaming Internal processes that seep into Inward sinking feelings, deep Fighting not to, yet the want The yearning inside Crying for end and completion For eternal rest A slave to dimensions To all things in sense And I am incensed By you, the guy there Standing watching me Always watching me Holding the knife to turn it Wanting to kill me Turn it Mister Your eyes dare not draw from mine ..The guy there yearns, and shudders Who screams at the world Who holds everything inside Who is not who he should be Who tries, yet falls to his knees Who cuts inside, only, on the outside The guy standing there The fucked up 'passivist' The blind, led and starving Who wants to cut freedom Inside himself again ..Is me. |