I can't deny
that look in your eyes...
like Jesus..
Something that follows me down
and lays me flat out..
stretched across your splintered beams
but
I never really found salvation..
Even when the nails kept pounding
and you still kept screaming for truth.
Trying to get the demons out.
My lies.
My insanity..
.. the failure
of my humanity.
I dig deep to find the answers
but I know there's nothing there..
that all that lies within
is just that of me...
Strangled cords and a split personality..
the boy that I could never be...
but you're still burning halos into my skin
trying to find the light in me...
© 2007 Disassembly Boy Kevin N.
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