Green Eyes
I can feel everything falling apart
and becomming worthless
as I sneak into that deep dark place
inside my head
Where I hide from the world
and let the rusty needles and jagged blades
poke and prod my mind
A place reserved for a night like this
My insecurities and a parade of regret
stampede over anything and everything
that could bring me back
I'm utterly alone
shaking
as I feel a thousand miniature razor blades
slice through my back
making way for the great fire
that will kill my hope
Tears fall down and consume me
in that way that makes you forget
who you are and why you're there in the first place
My body curls itself up
into a nice fetal ball
ready to crawl back to whatever spawned me
and release my plague in it
killing everything inside
and spreading to all those stupid enough
to give me a second glance
My disease
is his disease
is her disease
is your disease.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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