You
I know you
More than you want to beleve
I’ve seen what you do
All that you deceive

If I have my way
There will be nothing left for you
The ceasing of this day
The destruction of all you knew

You don’t think I can
That I am too weak
Should you slip again
The havoc I could wreak

I despise you and what you are
If you try to flee
You won’t get far
You know who I am and know that you’re me

When I unleash my wrath
There will be no glee
You can’t find the path
But it ends from a tree

You do have the rope
I know that you would
You’re such a fucking dope
Wouldn’t run if you could

To try and run 
From yourself is madness
Though it would be fun
And success would bring gladness

You have friends
You think you perceive
But reality bends
And you know they will leave

Left to yourself
And your death I will ensure
Garbled your health
And the end a mere capture

Your heart left ripped out
Is easy to see
You think you can pout
It won’t set you free

Immature and mature
They’re really the same
Both can’t find the future
And neither play your game

You think you have it bad
Then others arrive
Yet they can be glad
Even they can see, you won’t survive

You’ve never seen hardship
At least not first-hand
Your not well equip-ed
To handle that my friend

I am not your friend
Just trying to please you
To make the end
Never appease you

Sucicide
Homicide
Genocide
Cyanide

There is no one like you
And none to care
That’s not a clue
Can’t chase the one so fair

Of the two you have loved
Both could not meet you
The betrayer and dove
Couldn’t dig far enough to reach you

So you turn again
For more of the same
Maybe assistance you’ll gain
Or try something lame

You wish to do good
Though you’re healing can’t start
Whatever you would
To help those in need of a healed heart

You know the insomniac
And she knows of you
Both are pyromaniacs
But it’s really askew

You’ll never reach her
For mutual assistance
The climb is higher
You’ll meet to much ressitance

You will use all your might
You are trully an ass
She’s out of your sight
Just let it pass

You can see somthing
You are not sure as of yet
Whether it could be hurting or helping
Though the glimpse is all you get

If you are caught up
On what is viewed by the eyes
You will miss, yup
And that would bring despise

Did you just get lucky
And both inside and out are pure
Or does selective attention make vision mucky
Just make sure you’re sure

And what you see 
Is not even half
For it is also what’s in me
That determines which path

You know what you choose
But there is the other
And what she may muse
Will decide absolutely, bugger!

-David
2:18 PM 7-11-02

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