Fear, catch me when i come to you.
Set me free through the depths of pain...
Let my eyes roam while my body lies,
captive to the rest of the world.
Skin, the ultimate hardship.
Sitting in a room, surrounded by strangers,
infiltrated by the demons, coming ta get me.
People in strange costumes,
like clowns chasing my soul.
Come and get me, let me fight.
I can't see whats going on,
Every soul sucker seeing sam.
Funny how people perceive others,
as if there eyes are distorted.
Look at every one in a different light,
see into someone else,
distorted,
personality flaws.
Maybe its a better deal.
But, I enjoy seeing others' pain.
Never too self-centered, too conceited.
hate.
When everyone knows your problems.
True fear is to look at someone's eyes,
Know all there problems.
'You will die tomorrow ,'
Fear, catch me when i come to you.
Set me free through the depths of pain...
Let my eyes roam while my body lies,
captive to the rest of the world.
Skin, the ultimate hardship.
This poem is © 2004 by Andy, to whom comments may be sent.
