Thursday, May 5, 2011

In the Beginning

In search of like company
I rattled through each chapter
Pebbling under I became
Who I am
But how and where, do the blocks come from

Charades of etymological glib
Worlds removed
Alleys I’ve never been
Monstrosities of macabre atrocity
I am the leash the binds the beast within
But still, where is the origin of this Gin

Conflict with the parallel
My image mirrored
Doesn’t see so well
Interprets flaws as vengeful blight
Doesn’t appreciate my points of view
It really was unavoidable after all

Yet the same
When you break the steel
Away from the paint

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