I am a metal man made of cold tin
Prowling the streets of death and denial
I am perfect with a twist of hate and sin
A loaded gun with a cyanide smile
Pull my hair back and look me in the eye
It's the guilt of what life has given me
There is gist in the bleeding of a guy
Make sense of my splendid stupidity
I'm a crazy man! I'm a hollow man!
Gravid with gallons of grave and void tears
Look me in the eyes, you'll never sleep again
I am the quintessence of all your fears
Bury me, cover me, under the ground
Loudly I shall suffer without a sound.
Copyright © Jonathan Hurst | Year Posted 2009
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