Feb 09, 2006 10:40
there's a scratch
it stares and glares
it's corrupting to the eye
it's saying strange words
I can hear it tell lies
I see the ridges
of the imperfections
thoughts untrue
are being created
by the jaggedness
of that bend which
taunts and plays
with thoughts of today
but yesterday is now
the object of obsession
change again to the future
no keep to the present
it's where you exist
the bothersome scratch
staring into the depths
i'll rub you out
i'll paint you over
stop staring
stop glaring
you kill all around you
be gone i say
i'll rub you out