November 5, 2009

Over The Edge

 

 A thought travels through an eerie mind
      Through a path with a weary distance
Tiring the thought as it passes in thick blood
      Retrieving all its strength to get through such resistance

 

Shall it find its passageway
      Can the damage really appear
For thoughts approaching, absorbing this destination
      Will open many eyes, will open much fear

 

This is not a sane thought
      For it brings with it too much hate
And if it reaches the line of action
      For the hearts and minds of many, it may be too late

 

It brings with it a vengeance
      Revenge that ten men can do unto others
It won’t matter who’s around when it hits
      For it can splatter unknowns, neighbors, sisters, brothers

 

It comes with a flair for insanity
      It leaves the brain with a reckless train of thought
Scary thing is, after all is said and done, he doesn’t know
      He doesn’t care about the tracks of blood from his onslaught

 

Find this man help, retrieve him a new conscience
      Search deep within his soul and rip out his pain
You people must listen to his feelings
      For it is you who will suffer when he goes insane

 

If you turn away from what he offers
      If you doubt and criticize what he has to say
It is he who will have the last laugh
      When he captures you heart and blows your head away

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