I see your memories are selected from what you want to be
Not the truth only the folklore you want to be seen as being
slowly your myths are unraveling and the knots in your nets used to catch believers in
come undone under your gaze
unnoticed as you are weaving the next chapter in your tale
self made man, self made myth, selfish
You reel in the gazing face, smiling as you cut to see them bleed
watching for any sign or suggestion they’re not willing to be sacrificed
at the altar you have fashioned in your head
A moments hesitation and you will toss them aside,
victim, unnecessary, obsolete, next please
The truth is known but not spoken for it would pain too much
not you, but your surviving victims
the words one day will be spoken to show you for what you are
a soul breaker to whom the booming sound of raining tears
is music to his darkened shell
there are a few observers who know your game and the truth
do not push too far the end of their patience is nigh
your fishing will end as you become tangled in your own weblike nets
ailsacawley 