You ask about the scars on my palms While lashing me at the wrist And why do I stand with my arms outstretched? Have I got a martyr complex? Random thought on the edge of my sanity Collecting metaphors on the tip of my tongue For all your barbs that would leave me undone (And as you hung there, wallowing in your disillusionment, Did you look down upon your followers and with all their faith in you Did you doubt yourself? Did you doubt?) Forgive me all my sins I was just being myself Dance on the dawn on the mist between worlds Crack in the mirror, shards of vision unfurled From a wilted spirit, damaged soul…we’re all damaged souls! (And when the muscles yielded to a dull ache Your future yielded to your fate Did the flies swarm around your flesh…holy flesh?) Forgive me all my sins I was just being myself Bitter disillusion from the pure of heart Fortresses erected and swords brandished Defense for the pure of the heart. Forgive me all my sins I was just being myself I repent! I repent! I’ll make friends with myself (harder than you) (By the blood to the death…) Friends… © 2004 eveghost
