I Want to Be
by Chris Farrell

Is what was to become of him
Still he tried to get away
Run far
Never look back again
That is what was in his head
Look twice and your soon to not be
Iím in the midst of it all
But do you think he would listen to me
No I donít think so
The air wreaks of old human flesh
With knife in hand
Blood will soon be fresh on the mind
I try so hard to stop him
But what was once fake
Will soon turn out to be real
Sadly I watch
As the wheels of time slowly die down
Nothing but the beating of my heart
As I slowly slip away

Written January 1, 2002, 9:24 pm
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