who is this person I see
I see me
in this graveyard
..is death my destiny??
it doesn't scare me
I'm ready
for my
untimely

i hear the calls
of the land
decorated
with flowers and gravestones
ruled
by lost souls
silent...
you can hear the cries
of a 2 year old

god oh god!
do you hate me?
and i heard a cold voice
scream
blasphemous you!
blasphemous you!
i feel isolated
even demons
stray away from me
untimely
you must come
quickly
before i go on a
rampage
too sick
to see

*Earlier that Evening*

who is this I see
with eyes afire blazing
a hole through the back
of my head
surely this person isn't me

suicidal thoughts run wild
through his cluttered mind
I scream out "NO" but he
Doesn't here me
I need to let him know that
This just isn't the right time

If only our thoughts could
Intertwine but he is focused
On evil and me the divine
I pray while he releases his
Emotions in tattered red notebooks
Between tiny blue lines

I here the words
Blasphemous you!
Blasphemous you!
I cover my ears the voice
Is so loud that it sounds as if
It is from the very bowls of the
Devil indwelt

My insides begin to burn and
Cold sweat beads begin to chase
Each other down the sides of my face
My body begins the tremble and I/we
Collapse to the floor

He killed me he killed himself he killed us

While I ascend to heaven and he descends
To hell he desperately reaches for my hand
what for?
turning and shaking my head
I mumble
Its just to late
I cant save the man in the mirror anymore

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R.I.T.T Champion