A Game

Created: February 2nd, 2004

Who is the reaper of sanity?
He is not mine to take
He dwells in another place and time
Not here in this haze

 

 

I am the keeper of time
Tomorrow is long gone now
And yesterday is blackness
     You are the receiver

 

We are playing a game of catch
     Actually I don't feel like playing
No more games today thanks
     I don't feel like playing

 

I am wearing a curse
     It does not belong to me
It is my honor
     It was not given to me

 

A passion that I eat
     Sleep, and drink of
But cannot have
     It was not given to me

 

Tonight my friends we dine
     On luck and pity
The psychopath smells the divinity
     Hears the shallow drop of hate

 

Who can understand this?
When we receive nothing
To help along the way
     Nothing is bright with the eyes open

 

The eyes have it all sirs
Tasting chaotic blurs
Fear only your mind
It can take what has been given

 

Now sit and we shall talk
I am blind so hold my hand
Take me beyond perception
     Close my blind eyes and brighten them

 

When the shadows attack
You do not understand
Fear only your mind
     It will trick you again

 

Your eyes deceive you
You see this world
     But this world sees your eyes
     Unknown powers within them

 

Blink and now you are lost
I am reaping your pity
I am reaping your luck
     Taking back my sanity from you

 

My passion has made me
It is unwinding my fumbles
Tearing my flesh apart
     Making my soul weep

 

This is not the game you remember
     This is not the same
Do not tremble
     Only fear your mind

 

Rumble
Repent
Reaping
Ripping
Remember