The Thought of a Killer
I am the slimeline,
Walking the horizontal plane,
I’m the tethered soul
Strung together wire thin.
I’m the light that casts the shadow,
Never looked upon in thought,
Taken for granted like vision of the sky.
I’m a runaway fugitive
Raining down the drain.
Thoughtless to your emotions,
Because you never even cared,
My reason for being,
Is as pure as my thoughts.
I’m the reaper man,
I don’t need forever
To take away your soul.
I just need the gun-time,
To fire another burning hole.
21/05/05
2.00AM |