thepatient

The hospital
2004-04-29 08:45:47 (UTC)

Human

i painted a portrait of you on my wall,
i painted a portrait with tears,
i painted a portrait at the end of my hall,
this portrait youll learn to fear,

for i talk to myself, this way and that,
what colors are next, but all i paint is black,
for this portrait is of never change,
this portrait i paint, of dead bodies that lay,

for you are the one in the back of my truck,
the one that i raped, the one that i fucked,
the one that screamed as i slit her throat,
believe me what i speak is no joke,

i am the dead, already gone,
your in my world, under my sun,
a sun of blue, covered with gray,
where the dead do walk,
pain is all they say,

who am i that would do such a thing,
the face of a child, couldnt see what i bring,
for a disguise of hatred, thats not whats here,
the face that you look at, death must be near,

for i am the one you look at each day,
i am the one walking streets with no name,
no age, no color, no mind of my own,
on every face i will call my own,

so look up infront at the busy street,
now you see a million of me,
this way and that moving about,
but look in the mirror now you know what i felt,

you see a face which is not your own,
you see my face, death to the bone,
im every soul that ever whispered the thought,
for i am all humans, deaths all i sought.
what a wonderfull race.....




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