And the things that i call certain
Are drawn before me like a curtain
And my penetrating stare
Shows me that i do not care
And the darkness that i see
That comes crawling out of me
Portrays the depth of man
In the visage that i scan
So what shall i do?
With this vision coming true
With what this duality?
That i glare at constantly

06/08/2002

Posted on 06/08/2002
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