The Inner Buggers
By winter jazz
They seek your inner mindsLike mirrors of the soulThey reflect the distortionIn you.You cannot escapeAll these years you hide awaythe dying cobwebs that you thought were deadCame back to lifeAnd you fear for your lifeYou fear for it's the unknownBut you fail to recognizeThat the unknown is in youAnd thus you destroyBut you self-destructed instead. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 06:39 PM PST 0 • 1
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"They seek your inner mindsLike mirrors of the soulThey reflect the distortionIn you.You cannot escapeAll these years you hide awaythe dying cobwebs that you thought were deadCame back to lifeAnd you fear for your lifeYou fear for it's the unknownBut you fail to recognizeThat the unknown is in youAnd thus you destroyBut you self-destructed instead...."