A song about somebody else

A song about somebody else

A song about somebody else

Epiphanies of a marauder

Blood crusted fingers

Truth laden bones

I say if you look closely

You’ll see the little carvings

The little dug graves

Within skin pores

Within that that pearly face

Little etched scars left by the stars

A character

A story

A brazen heart

Don’t look in the mirror

You don’t want to see it

Not this one pearly face

Not this master of horrors

Not this piece of fiction

Not this construction of foretelling and tales

Not this sepulchre of events

Not these frames holds of bizarre fancies

Not this one