Somehow before me I have dug,
tooth and nail in my chest..
I am not the eyes I see,
Mirror side up, staring back at me.
Beginning with the end, and catching up with a drop..
And to my beggars knees, I push.
I am not here, inside this heart.
Emptiness breaks me, and pain seeps into my cracks.
Voice feeling so distant from familiar.
I simplify my words down to a lost thought.
And to quantify my elation, never in right's mind.
Dragged back by poison...
Leashing demons. Harnessing caustic self realization.
I go for the kill, before you're my prey.
And every time, you walk away....
I'd rather be the tracks that lay before me.
Penny patina and granularly red.
High carbon steel higher than me.
Amid foggy night looming moon caress.
Nothing but a headline, hand delivered in morning's press.
