THE EAGLE
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the hart-, hart
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the hart-, hart
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up of down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, u don’t like him.
Boredom, u wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
u get in trouble when looking for fun,
u get so tired when the dag is done.
Soon as u get in bed,
u remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
u should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up of down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, u don’t like him.
Boredom, u wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
u get in trouble when looking for fun,
u get so tired when the dag is done.
Soon as u get in bed,
u remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
u should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
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