You did this,
you caused this,
now you run, now you hide,
only anger where there once was pride,
you led me to believe,
you want me to reprieve,
pardon the feelings,
accept the pain,
the exciting becomes mundane...
You find me,
you lure me,
like death,
you cure me,
not a cure,
not so pure,
just a disguise...
no emotion; no miracle potion,
clean spleen bled dry,
cats screech, dogs cry,
empty chest, wind howls,
violating the mind,
scouring the bowels,
you remove what is constant,
ignorance is a god-sent...
You find me,
you lure me,
like death,
you cure me,
not a cure,
not so pure,
just a disguise...
a battle between sense and emotion,
pretend? a crazy notion,
you found me,
you lured me,
i thought you had cured me,
in truth i was born,
born to reality,
a reality, not so pure,
no so clean,
not pristine,
what's more I was happy before.
shadows of self-pity envelope this place,
every person runs their own race...
I found you,
you lured me,
like death,
feel my fury,
not a cure,
not so pure,
just a disguise...
December, 2003
Peet.