Crawled uP in a corner
under a blown roof...
Physical Graffiti
Engraved on the wall...
I was a child of the old gods
I believed in the human spirit...
I!
watch the world pass me by...
The cold wind numbing my tears,
to my scared face...
If you only knew how much it pains me to write...
however, i cannot keep it locked up within me...
A beaten dog
with its throat cut...
I'm becoming dangerous
Can't you see the things I can throw at you...
I wear my mask
Its porcelain Smile...
Manipulating other peoples minds,
Scarcley wanting to look behind...
This child stares at me with unblinking eyes
in them i see a reflection...
Come burn me away
cleanse me of all my regrets...