Self-destruct

I'm a busy bunny, people. There'll be more Bitemarks to come sometime soon, once the rest of my computer components arrive and I'm in possession of a more stable internet connection. There may even be a blog on climate change on its way if Ches isn't content with information I've already provided him with. I'm sure you all would sleep happier in your beds knowing that you don't need to worry about it half as much as you are.

But now is not the time for such things. See the comments on the last Bitemarks if your curiosity is aroused. For now, it's poetry time. Written on non-recycled paper!! ZOMG.
(Just kidding. Paper recycling is fairly important. It's a nice easy way to reduce the amount of trees that are chopped down. And trees are both useful and pretty. They just happen to be more useful to me when mashed up and rolled out and bleached white. Keep on recycling.)

Self-destruct

I paint my face with hidden wants
Matt black torment I know so well
Tattoo my nightmares in two fonts
Times New Roman and Arial
Hide behind my mental blanket
Shield-like metaphor
Shiver in the stress because I'm tense
I will be and I was before
But my haven isn't waterproof
And the static panic rains right through
Left to face my demons all alone
In a cell filled with only pictures of you
In this prison-cum-asylum
I'm the patient and the jailer
I'm the shining light that burns my eyes
I'm the darkness turning me paler
Nothing to fear but fear itself
And fear thy name is me
I still stare back as the mirror cracks
I'm my own worst enemy

© Charon 2009