I Am
i am
the darkness,
the cold,
the sickness in the pit of your stomach
the light at the end of the tunnel
the irony
as you discover there's really no light at all.
i am
the fear,
the sadness,
the television talk show
the secrets and the lies
the hatred
as you come face to face with denial.
i am
well-worn,
tired,
like an old holy bible
with pages so mouldy and yellow
disappointment
when you find there's no truth at all.
i am
ugly,
distorted,
your wretched mirror image
so hollow and so bitter
you kill me
with shards of broken glass.
i am
broken,
and mangled,
like a horrid car crash
you don't want to look
but you have to
just try and turn away.
i am
nothing,
everything,
or maybe something else
the in-between, the middle-ground
the beginning
or maybe i am the end.
 HellsFukingDeathAngel · Tue Jan 11, 2005 @ 12:22am · 0 Comments |
