I Can Tell You All About Yourself

I Can Tell You All About Yourself

I can tell you all about yourself

But it would waste my time

Golden just a dream; black as coal

Your soul. Fantasy, that feature of you

That comes alive, from angel to demon

Vengeful for acts, undone

Regret lives next door

A living epitaph of all things good

A raging machine with gears going, going, going

You make me want to disappear

Dissolve, vanish in the fog

Deluded, your image of normality

It is not right to kill a soul

Murdering, your only business

Depriving others of joy, you destroy

Decimating those who love you

I was a blanket to keep you warm,

Then you used me too much,

Now I am just a filthy, tattered rag

And it is all your fault

You were my mortar, now I’m a martyr

A failed one at that. You held me together

Now you tear me apart at a glance

I could tell you about yourself

But I will not waste my time.