The souls of the past are always watching you...
Staring over your shoulder... smiling behind your back..
Some happy for you... some are not..
Some waiting for that moment of atonement..
That mere second of liable and tangible revenge...
Watching you in your blunders and triumphs..
Your Angels and Demons... all around waiting...
Just battling over who shall prevail in your unstable fate...
Over the sins and loss, over the pain and sorrow...
Over the chance for another drug out tomorrow..
A tomorrow of peace... maybe for them... not you,
but then again, nothing can never be that pure and true...
Sell the lies and push off this conceptual thought
and think about that other reality you went and bought..
No one around, all up in heaven..
No one but you hanging out at eleven...
No one's around, really... if that's your own lie...
Just wait... you'll see... after you die...

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/18/2001
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