Image Before Me

Reflections of a man I don't recognize stare back from the waters of fate

I am a person that died so many times and all the scares remain

Coming back time and time again there is no relief in you

What was pleasing and what felt good has left my side and become a thorn

Aching for the pain to go away the man I am falls away dead

Set as an idol before the soverign one I grow a headstone where I sleep

Fire and ash fill my eyes as I wake up in a nightmare that won't fly away

Be made known my soul and awake to find light on the other side

After so many put downs and acts of hatred what am I but broken flesh and blood

How am I susposed to see myself as anything when no one will see anything at all?

Question go out with no answers in return as I float off to an eternal rest

Wicked men wish to see me go but I hold on with one last breath

Self image was never a thing of the past it was a thing that never was

Growing old in the body of a child a man is missing a life in this universe

All day I search and do not find for my voice has been taken away

Mercy and grace allow me to find only peace in the grave and that is all

I don't see anything for my presence has grown so cold over time

No one should have to live in a cast made of invisible stone

Spit on for the last time revenge comes only to my mind and down to my heart

I exsist out of pure will but that will is not of my own so whose will could it be?

Hurt by the process of the black death that grows in my lungs

One push out and everything will leave me all over again

Watching you die so many times I now see myself go where you once stood

Help an old man get through his last days with at least a little pride

Lend a hand for once so that I may drift away and out of your life forever