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,