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