The Face

Jun 06, 2004 13:44

The Face that I see is not of me
But of another, beast the demon
The one that hides
In the back of us all, hiding
Waiting, waiting for his time to break free
For the moment when it can unleash
All anger
All pain
All hate
The demon is you,
The demon is me,
The demon the demon

I stare at it and it stares at me
Laughing smiling
I Cry
Why must it come
Come for me…
Now of all times
At the time where gorgeousness overwhelms me
The time when I
I?
The one that is
Has nothing to fear
But now I think
Think of why
Why must it come?
Why must it be?
It will never leave,
Leave me be.
For it is I
And I is Me.
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