Tell-Tale Signs

My mind's spinning in a day dream,

Of a three ring circus far far away,

Walking the tight rope 3 feet above the clouds,

This is where I belong, so this is where I'll stay,

If I could only reach normality,

But I have 42 reasons to never return,

My body's falling into temptation,

Contemplating leaving it all behind,

Never seen over the hill past the valley,

Excited to feel what these new times hold to find,

If I would only face probability,

But it's possibly the reason I'm spurned,

Mighty men trample the dust on grasshopper hearts,

Inactive and stagnant as I am, I feel I've played my part,

Finding the sunrise in my mindset,

Crescent moons surround our clauses,

Running down the neck I won't fret,

Wholely noted, a 16th for dramatic pauses,

The floorboards of a second floor studio hide the hidden parts of me,

And it's even more evident to see when you reach into this empty cavity,

Dissemble no more,

You'll get what you came for,

Tear up the planks of this writhing floor,

Stop the beating of this hideous art,

Putrefied Identity (Macabre)

I sit inside of my rusted cage,

Twisted thoughts suppress the rage,

Rain speckles and hides my face,

Kill the soul to clear some space,

Tattoos and words hide my self,

But how can you really hide the hell,

Traveling the highways I stare in cars,

And I wonder who you really are,

Where are you going and what's your point of view,

Figure out what's the point of you,

Inventing problems and starting fights,

An inward vendetta fuels with every night,

Don't shoot til' you can see the whites,

Of my eyes,

Tearing my skin from bone,

I know that I'm not all alone,

All I can see is what time has shown,

We have the same address, but you're the only who's at home,

I sit inside my disgusting mind,

Twisted thoughts entice your kind,

Under a microscope I'm split in twine,

What is it you hope to find,

I'm a slug of a man,

Dragging on dispersing refuse,

Defected, ineffectual,

Due to corporal misuse,

Break my fingers and I still won't scream,

I can think of much more painful things,

Pretending that I don't have this side of me,

Revealing the putrefied identity for all to see,

Tattoos and words hide my self,

But how can you really hide the hell,