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".Nothing is what it seems, what we see is just a mirage, what lies underneath, is the truth." What do you see when you look at me Harmless dog that I am Fawning at your feet Piddling all over myself to please you This shabby mongrel you shoo from your table Haughty in your pedigreed inclinations Wipe my spit and dander from your petaled hands I am nothing but a casual diversion Banished from your hearth Steward the beautiful things that catch your eye Chain me up out of sight I will always adore you You cast this sadness whips of words against my hide I bleed out in the shadows You've made me crazy When all I wanted was your love Curled up next to you But you were too ashamed to let me in Now here we are My teeth in your throat Your personal henchman A killing machine calibrated By your hatred Surprise in your failing eyes I would have rather died for you But you left me to my own devices I cannot stop myself From survival behind the mask of civility Perhaps I've always been A monster of your own creation I can taste your poison Beauty only the cast Shadow on your surface Tear the mask from your face I cannot bear to see Another monster staring back at me... TLBoehm 05/21/10
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
What Lies Beneath
".Nothing is what it seems, what we see is just a mirage, what lies underneath, is the truth." What do you see when you look at me Harmless dog that I am Fawning at your feet Piddling all over myself to please you This shabby mongrel you shoo from your table Haughty in your pedigreed inclinations Wipe my spit and dander from your petaled hands I am nothing but a casual diversion Banished from your hearth Steward the beautiful things that catch your eye Chain me up out of sight I will always adore you You cast this sadness whips of words against my hide I bleed out in the shadows You've made me crazy When all I wanted was your love Curled up next to you But you were too ashamed to let me in Now here we are My teeth in your throat Your personal henchman A killing machine calibrated By your hatred Surprise in your failing eyes I would have rather died for you But you left me to my own devices I cannot stop myself From survival behind the mask of civility Perhaps I've always been A monster of your own creation I can taste your poison Beauty only the cast Shadow on your surface Tear the mask from your face I cannot bear to see Another monster staring back at me... TLBoehm 05/21/10
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
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