Shadowy

Shadowy is the pit i jump in when i need to abhor myself
show me your undulating face i say
wave your arms above your head
nothing's here to paint your ideas black
your trousers frays on your gashed boots
stick your nails onto your reddened collapsing eyes
the trees bow down, they salute you using their branches as claws to trap you
look at the grins, the grins, the grins, dirty and unhealthy, it's our present, it's all for you
you're pierced, they read you, decypher, dispose of the shadow in your brain
they hunt, you're rare, but they only want the framed perfect lines, not your creepy backwash
hey creep! some get caresses, and some indulge in the beating before those who hate throw the rock at your edgy face
go back to your shelter, save your miserable life for one more day!
shadowy is just the haze i feel good in
it's my Character, the shadow plays me when i'm cornered
it's the words i make a circle with, turn my brow far, let my eyelids picture the good i wish to fall in
shadowy is for me, and if it's the only i can get, i'm already happy to have those moments of unreal slackening.
they put a drill on their temple and walk in beauty, one says it's divine.
well i'm not divine, i'm only human and pathetically imperfect.

"My shadow, my shadow,
change is comming through, my shadow,
my shadow's shedding skin,
and I've been picking my scabs again."

forty six and two - TOOL