Monday, November 7, 2011

Decisively Defaced

Decisively Defaced

I sit here
Thinking, wondering, knowing, realizing, hoping
To what ends? 
I know the means…
I frequent the illusion
I inhale the pollution
I regurgitate the truth
 From the lies I’ve been told
Not old, not young
But from my mind had sprung
A leak of values, of need
Not want, not greed
I’m impossible and vain
 But modest and blue
Who knew? Who’d of known?
You? Nah, you’re just a clone
I’m a little bit of nothing
In everybody’s something
I think… therefore I am tortured
And that is gospel and grace
Deep within, far inside
It’s my soul that’s been defaced.
By you…

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