Sunday, May 27, 2007

excuse

And it seems I’ve wiped the jelly from the complex of my eyes
To discover darker colors, from the fair in your disguise

You are a crooked killer, feeding from children, feeding from children
You are sick inside the sinner, feeding from children, feeding from children

And did you know this could be true, there could be something wrong in you
And did I know it to be right, to sit and revel in lost fights

Where iron weights on dogs bring sight, and egos spring as free as kites.

My apologies for such light,
But I believe my eyes, are right.