Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
My Own Demise
6.10.04
I draw lines on these walls
The prepositioned places for the decisive cuts
Planned out in attack formation
Strategic, and oh how fatal
I laugh into the ground
Earth beneath my nails
Pressing upward- weakness consumes
Planned out in your formation
Strategic, and oh how fatal
Is this my end?
Plotted by you, I see the guilt in your shadow
Is this my end?
The fool’s creed would like me to believe
But fools are not to be believed
This does not lie in your hands
This does not belong to you
You run in circles-
So you cover your shamed eyes
Admist the plot of my own demise
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]