my image shaking in the mirror,
death rests upon my eyes a couple inches clearer.
thoughts decay in to my rotted brain,
whispers frightens, projects despair.
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i have another page on here but i forgot my password and email...so started a new one, its under thomas coltrin)
All.Over.The.Place
my image shaking in the mirror,
death rests upon my eyes a couple inches clearer.
thoughts decay in to my rotted brain,
whispers frightens, projects despair.
illusions illustrate my rite of passage
hearts venom beats in to my veins,
id use both hands to shake the devil,
but id never get a clear message,
so ill let these hours be my judge,
conclude my life, if its a must,
recycle me if it is just,
does God believe in me above?
did he write my name inside the pages,
that saved souls, through out these mortal ages?
and when he smiles and he looks
what is it, he really knows?
am i written or am i damned,
for who is it, should i have prayed?
and while im torn and barely made,
why is it, my heart is scared?
as sweat creeps down my baffled face
i look inside the eyes in place.
and wonder why my eyes are shot,
what is it i haven't got?
the shadows answer but only glimpses
the full story seems to simple.
guaranteed? not by a long shot
my own damnation i have brought.
chosen consequences, this cycle never ends.