If I am a soldier then I fight the world.
The side I am on is my own.
This gun will fire the words of my heart
and lonely my heart is of stone.
I’ll live forever because I don’t live.
Cut me; my veins run black ink.
Look into my eyes and you’ll find nothing there.
Reflections daring you to think.
I am the key to the shackles you hate.
I’m the grim reaper who always comes late.
I am the voices that speak in the night.
I am the faces that dance out of sight.
I am the dream that you can’t quite recall.
I am the shape that is not there at all.
I am the name that you’re afraid to call.
I will slit your throat just to watch