Thursday, December 19, 2013

Look Within

Blood spat, guts strewn, spewing liver worms
Slashes, cuts, gruesome art of my existence
Red eyes, flared nostrils, long nails, filthy teeth
The devil longs with great love, awaiting return
Razors sharpened, machetes packed, drills pile on
You mock my living, oh pasty puny human
Don't mock my white face, for the devil is me
He longs your mock, the moment the face would turn
The moment the lid blows, the moment the poles switch
I ask you to not be scared, love me, for it puts him to sleep
Caress the face, and let it be nice to you, but never forget
Who lies within, who awaits within, I remember, so should you
Today, he leapt out for a second, only a second it was
Destroyed the poor lamb who mocked him, only ever slightly so
He pawed, he gnarled, he bit, and tore her apart
Only when tasted blood he had, did the merciless act dawn
And the face drew white, the demon slept peacefully inside
Only the face stood braving the eyes, him, it was him, he did it
Oh you merciless soul, why do you walk free,
Shackled should be your fate, a cruel life to be
I know not now never to repeat, 

But the devil sits straight until the next mocker heeds
I know not of how to not be me, know not of what say you
I rue the day I was born and set to be friends with the lamb all gay
The face also has a life, a love, tell him what he deserves
Tell him how to tell her, he is not at all worth
Tell her Oh tell her, he wishes to make her his bride
Love her till dawn, and then some more, for he loves even her sight
Why suffer, why be, why cry, why mean, what is that he is fighting for
Life's losing control, like sand in a fist, just slipping ever so more
What does it mean, who is he, why did the devil chose him
The devil must die, be rid and say goodbye, say, you are all done
Chosen he has life, fun and a wife, just leave you beastly non-human
I'll fight you, I don't care, I'll beat you Oh I will, I care too much now
I care to be happy and be happier still, and more make my world happy
And everyone it in, I do. Help him if you know, his eyes are true
This heart pure, and love unending. Is it a beginning or
And end that nears, the demon is him or is he the demon,
Make me realize of the truth of my kind

Make me realize of the life I have to ride

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