A Broken Saw
Seated in the dark watching a blank screen
The surround sound and visuals that can’t be seen
Only blind and silent projections of a grey area
Searching the cranium to breakdown this barrier
Fed subliminal foods thought of as knowledge
I’m holding on to an old rusting ledge
My fingertips are sweating with insanity
My grip slowly slipping away from reality
Leaving an everlasting impression…
To this heartfelt introduction to my conclusion
Questions that made sense yesterday
Answered by more confusion today
I’ve lived through hardship like a broken saw
But now what good are my sharp teeth for?
You sure you can handle flesh tearing pain?
Then show me what deep cuts you’ve gained
I’m a measured height, tone and plight
A midnight breeze, a shadow in the daylight
Slight, off-center the first of the last devoted scouts
Leading the charge through unknown doubts
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