by Aaron Nelson

Created on: June 17, 2008

The Chase

Running a twisted mile the mind moves like a spinning dime.
Time lost in the essence of reality that cant understand the reality of things.
A mess is a mess like this is and wasn't, like the soiled, abused, being of me.

Treacherous paths that lead to treacherous people, you found.
Sitting in the corner of a web never noticed when camouflaged.
Caught by a hunter it was open season and I took the doe.

Regret and true being clawing to escape my Frankenstein.
Sorrow when waking makes for a strange day.
Strange days are everywhere and the next corner is terrifying.

Lost, to be, you have to be found. I never saw you.
Perfectly innocent stumbling for a hand to hold onto.
Tranced by x-ray vision of the soul. Is that what you saw?

Loop to loop, the broken record plays.
Forget what I've done and start anew.
Crawling back to the web, I let you live.

Live for the now and banish me.
Save yourself, run!
I know you saw me...

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