a personal personality is more personal than you know
the glass is half full
but this bottle is empty...
beware the hand that writes the verse
the silver tray, the livid nurse
the scalple gleams and cuts the skin
to pierce the surface deep within
beware the cup that overflows
the secret heart that no one knows
the foolish words that bubble fear
to spill and fade and reapear
beware the paper thin vanier
beware decieving imagery
the crooked lines in cemetry
the dreams that sprout and soon devide
and disapoint and multiply
beware the mirror that speaks the truth
its crude reflection lies to you
the hole beneath where solice waits
beware the twins called love and hate
become that space, the empty chair
where nothing feels and no one cares
the neutral ground of solidtude
sew up the mouth thats loud and rude
be broken hearted, cold and numb
cross out the eyes, go blind and dumb
befriend the child complacency
a broken soul's
a soul thats free.
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