why not push me to the mirror , so my loving heart snaps
it will only give you justice within a morticians knife red
for the deadly has risen upon through intensities Evil eye
only poisons adrenaline could control , what can be done to yoU
do you beg for my forgiving crushing hand
as only the animals blood , go running down across the ceiling
bubbling and crying your foundation , weep to a beating cut
ill punish you with a lost childhood anger , with no hug to touch
for rebellion against all fun to the asylum lost in slaughter
please could you have listened with love , its almost caught us
madly I am gravely mistaken inside your killing calmness
no ! cold blood inherit , except what bloody treatment was warm
for only my real father knows the temperament , is ripped & torn
so many edges said the knife for her voice was hollow in tears
couldn't have forewarned , must have been building in mind
of the tortured tactic game , show and revolve the tables turn
would you inject a reflection into , fables personal hating word
a cutting sword swiftly moves through my heart of flowing gold
sorrow my friend dissects its charted pathway , into my old soul
much gripping disbelief runs over the boy from never lands
who swings the vine to bring gifts forth , hiding worked hands
but she's here , she's here , mysteries manipulating manic mother
the only one able to kill the doll of the child in the joy man
we give witness sin ,of your temperamental tantrum , wind change
that is , many loveless kisses with a sentimental bitter grace
give me a reaction saw cause and effect , jackal and hide decide
which person have I woken up today, a sun rising ,setting rhyme ,
© Davy. C. Green 22/7/1997
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