It’s hard to see with my black eye . But somewhere deep beneath my skin Crawling where no one has been . It’s watching. Everything I do Control with every subtle move Near the surface, scratching through . My mind. And I can hear its speech It tells me I am in its reach Feeding feelings, bleeding leech The poison liquid tastes of bleach . It’s listening to every lie It causes every tear I cry The eerie sparkle in my eye! My nemesis and my ally Can trap me with a lullaby. . It’s too hard to see with my black eye
From Free_Dom_Fighter Friday, August 09, 2002, 23:17 (Agree/Disagree?) Yes this does indeed suck quite severely. What more can I say?--I'm not exactly the disturbed poet type--I'm just hoping I'll get a rise out of seeing someone post a comment on this crap that makes me sound like some sort of true twisted genius...but it looks like no such luck for me today.
To see something a little closer to how my mind really works, check out 'Lancelot.' :-)(reply to this comment)