An encounter with the laughter
Of a faint insidious jester
That dances around the court
In my mind full of absurdities,
Rebuttals and furnishings
Still wrapped in the plastic cover.
Slick enough to commit a murder on
Of the self conscience at any time.
At the drop of a dime
I'll dine drinking the wine of superficial deity,
That never seemed to cast a whisper towards the younger me.
So it bleeds on the couch in the court of my mind
While the blind laugh and the jest steals their time.
In the deep depths creeps a death
Seeking person I like to call myself.
A lock picking, heart stealing
Manipulator Of Words.
The wizard of oz with a pen
And a facade made of tin
For the heartless drone.
No clone could ever be made of me;
Nobody would want make two of me.
A man made of tin going against
A team of ten men that personify
My Ten Biggest Fears.
Bound to lose I have to choose
To be abused in the one true place
I can say I see my face.
This mirror of my mind,
Hypnotizes me but I awake
To taste the resin of a dream
And the taste of the jest's best poison on my mind.
The laughter of a mad man in my mind.
This is the nightmare.
