2/6/13

Know Me, Love Me, Hate Me


The brightness of the sky
The darkness of the night
All is but the same
In the blindness of my eye.

You talk to me of beauty
And I don't even know of me.
When you look at me and smile
I feel it a mocking descry.

Is there a remote dungeon
You've know to be somewhere
C'mon give me the route to it
And I'll be hiding forever there.

The cult of hate is lovable
And crime has a charm
Criminally my mind craves
For mutations of self harm

No don't take me that seriously
But don't even be so frail
My bohemian laughs ain't zealous
I'm a particle caught in gale.



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