Don't say a word to me
riding on a wave
of self mockery
that's how you perceive the world to be

Now who's at fault?
deep wounding words
dig beneath the skin
corrosively, like salt

Accusations sailing by
another man chooses to balk
what is it with these choices?
this silent minority, without any voices

Never hearing a rallying cry
guess we're too indifferent to try
so sit right back and take the blame
after all, tell me what’s in a name?

Stammer, slammer
in whatever manner
if Fate is a fickle bitch
I most certainly can't stand her

Make this blood boil
delegate a decision
everything is uncertain,
except for a lack of conviction

Seasons change,
feeling quite driven and deranged
holding out for something,
that most definitely is nothing

Even these words
strung out like a pattern
like the silky strands of a spiders web
or a balmy breeze, as the oceans ebb

There is a flow
chaotic control
look into these eyes
into the depths of this soul,
black as coal

mathiasthom
written 2/16/10