Caccoon
Do u know me?
Can u see or hear me?
Does my presence come as a passing fog? Blow through u like a cold chill?
Am I figment of this imagination?
A image never truly seen.
What a waste, shame I couldint be me.
Living in a shadow growing mold.
Living in the caccoon made of tears.
Feel me decay.
In ur cold dead hands.
A pointint reminder that we are all what others make of us.
Your own opinion makes no differince.
Self delusion.
Living in the light of the surpressors.
Living in the caccoon made of tears.
Head like a sponge, full of germs.
Soul like a slate, cold black and blank.
Driving like a nail into a brick.
Bent and dull.
Life in a caccoon of tears.
I.R.M. 02/08/07
Do As It Has Been Done
Chemicaly Imposed.
Melting into cell like suger into water.
Washing over my sences.
Leaving me a floating death.
A crime of one, working against yourself.
Temptation, condemnation, attack against fouled values.
Tied up in a world outside the box.
Looking in.
I am what they made me be.
I like my shell today.
I can feel my mind slip away.
I.R.M 02/11/07
