standing by the mirror
cracked as it may be
I take great fondance
and a sip of tea
seeing is believing
and some drips of sunshine
from your eyes
and I'm really me
when they're all
laughing at me
and I race my own heart
and up until she dives
what are you waiting for
when one moment your
dead and another your alive
mother she cries
seeking solice from
Whomever is available
from the pits of
Apollyon to the depths
of Hell..
What's living inside me is
the serpent of the sea
Avenge then sweet serpent
and grant me wishes
of 3,love,laughter
and harmony..What fascinates
me the most..is it all
the glitter,the glamour
and all that's living inside me..
And still I'm haunted
by the ghost..
of bittersweet agony
of memories that always
foreshadow what's in
store for me..
Be it pleasure..or pain..
A tickle with a feather
A needle in my arm..
What's to remember
When there is no sin
And justice is the law
of the jungle..
Might is right..
The strongest make
the rules..The one with
the most gold wins..
staring back at me..
is the dark prince
utterances of laughter
and agony..evil spelled
backwards is live..
always chasing after me..
By Rick Weber
March 27, 2012
copywritten
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