I always find myself starring off into a dark daze. Looking to my past to see the vision of a child, disturbed and broke down, no soul no hear because I threw is away to be the man you see today. No matter what you say you can’t make me stray from the horrifying sight that lay beneath the day. If you even know one-trillionth of me you would say I’m a maze. Starring off, grasping the end of days in a blaze, for I have no feelings and I have no friends, so I sit on my throne of stone with razor wire waiting on my time to expire. Now I’m on fire but no lire, hanging from the rafters with razor wire.
April 6, 2010