musing stranger judgements
Posted by Thanatos [ badhoge AT hotmail DOT com ]; on July 06, 2006 at 00:48:56:
strung out in the aftermath
stuck in the between
feeling cold, so cold
I'm far away in a different state
clawing my way back to the me
I used to be
I feel the darkest hour
creep my skin for fun
I taste the spider eggs
that were laid on my tongue
for her and her love
cause she's the one
the bugs chattering in my ears
speak in strange accents
reciting a new religion
borne of desperation
I practice being human
in the company I keep
stranger eyes do see
cunning in the darkness
writhing serpents in my smile
I don't mind the names
or the faces I've slaved
to grant the wisdom
of a hundred musing butterflies
they smell the debt
of my trespass'
yet don't judge me
for what I really am