Hiding behind a mask
Of fake smiles
And forced laughs
Inside I fantasize
Your many deaths
Broken hour glass
Choking on the sands
Wake in the morning
With blood on my hands
Saddest
Or sadist?
Carbon
Copy
Rapist
Obituary
Or purgatory
Where does it end at?
Introverted
Unconverted
Misanthrope
Dispise thy neighbor
Kill thy father
I imagine smoke
Dilapitated earth
And unbecomming folk
Xeroxed copies
Walking zombies
With a hook
And a book
And lovely storys
Sporting universal souls
They want to save
As I slither back to my hole
Not far from my grave
There is hope
But its high on a shelf
Removing numbers
From inside myself
Tarnished halos
I begin to laugh
They fill my soul
With warm wax
Am i?
Saddest
Or sadist
Carbon
Copy
Rapist
Obituary
Or purgatory
I haven't the faintest
© 2006 Misanthrope
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