(based on The Horrorist
by Andy N)
I’m here, somewhere
but you can’t see.
Can only admire
this colourless blanket,
spread far & wide.
I’m there,
always there,
being the Horrorist that I am.
You can only see me
when least expected.
Though not quite.
For I’m watching you,
watching you all
in this bleak,
Bittersweet mist.
I’m watching you all.
Fighting like there’s no tomorrow.
There’ll never be one for you.
I’ve seen you already.
What’s left of you anyway.
For I am the Horrorist
& I see what you wish.
I see all the secret wars,
rattling in your head.
But the thing is,
I’m so cunning
you don’t see that I see.
I can hide the real me.
Fool people
into seeing another me
as you wallow
in your fake realities,
fooled
that one can’t see the other.
You aren’t where you believe to be.
I’ve transported you
into my own thoughts.
Surrounded
by so many atrocities
I fool you into facing
time after time.
Dismembered,
but alive enough
to put the boot in.
Half of your love for life
convinces you it’s all a white lie.
While the other always wonders.
For I am the Horrorist.
My purpose,
to let you see what you crave.
Your lessons in little hood,
a child at peace.
To lessons in big hood,
A man at war.
So, never forget,
I am the Horrorist.
copyright ANGELS 4/1/97