In Walked a Man Who Held Life in His Hands
This is a piece I wrote back in 2004. Thought I'd share it here and garner some opinions.
Crystal clear visions through prisms of time,
Burn holes through the souls of the vicious and blind.
Morose turns the key in the door of the veins,
As the light permeates the cobwebs of my brain.
Seeking shelter I turn to the woods and the hills.
There's solace to be found in the drink and the pills.
Drowned under waves turned electric and blue.
Buried like kings in their golden throne rooms.
Rest for the wretched's a joke for a fool,
Who believes that his will is the world's only tool.
Turning on the axis of a pendulum's swing,
Awaiting the slumber the reaper could bring.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
Torn and tormented by diseases I've drawn,
From the corpses of memories departed and gone.
Hung in the garden by a rope made of dreams.
If you listen closely you can still hear my screams.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
I will be hated and fated by few.
Born on the wings of the dust I have strewn.
I will be fetted and netted to kill.
Death at the toes of my own mortal shell.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
In walked a man who held life in his hands.
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