I hate who i've become
The mirror's reflection
Reveals a foreign face
I startle myself
And look away in fear.
I hate these days
When I cry all day
About my own perversions
And stained soul.
I leave a trail
Of bodies
Behind me
Corpses angels in memory dust
Their graves a notch on the bedpost
Blood sweat semen
Bedroom crucifixion
Lift the twisted sheet of lies
Revealing the demons of my innocent eyes
That won't let me forget the pain
Or run from the shame
Of a long, long list of names.
CF
6/27/02
