He looked in the mirror
smiled at his old friend new enemy
he brushed his teeth
picked up a razor to shave
changed his mind and let it be
wrapped a bandana round his head
and put his tuque over that
glasses underneath
took a glance out the window
he cant see
rain drops blur his reflection
hes lost his identity to retrospection
his open wounds have consumed the infection
regrets have him, dying in the past, killin in the present
black gloves black hoodie, black fuckin everything
to those who pass him he's a shadow
to himself he's a memory of every bad seed nurtured by his malicious fantasies
instinct when he preys, animosity the only guide in his days
he's an animal without morality or time
he feels no need to behave any other way than to survive
day time exits with gulps of moonshine
his passage is no bible
he fiends for his trials
and he's out searchin for a new source to pay ancient dues
to support this new habit of lashin out at the wind standin alone
when did this begin, he's blinded
lost in the storm