I view myself
In a distant mirror
At the far end of a dark tunnel
A tunnel of terror
An echoing tremor
Of fear, hate and judgement.
I hear myself
I'm a floating rumour
Of ruthless spite and malice
I don't need a drink
To quench my thirst
The tears fill up my chalice.
I face myself
Then run for cover
Oh what have I done to deserve this?
My girlfriend's retarded
The boss disregarded
My years of loyal service.
My sleep's been stolen
My eyes are swollen
The apples turned black and stale
I've lost my mind
As I try to find
What I want; but to no avail.
Far, far from sane
Darn, darn the pain
Tar-tarnishing my soul
Come, come O death
Numb, numb my breaths
Take, take me to your abode.
On second thought-
What has death got
That I haven't already gone through?
Relax, Satan
And stop waiting
Life's done your job for you.
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Salt And Ink
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