~If I Could Be. . .~

You are my wound.

You are my air
you make me drown
you get me up
you shake me down
you know me in
you drag me out
you are my faith
you feed my doubt .

(If I could be your mirror. . .)

If I could be your torment,
If I could be you pain;
I'd take the things
you've done to me
and do them all again.

If I could hold your hatred,
if I could hold your rage;
I'd chain you as
you did to me
and drag you pride onstage.

You are my blood that stains.

You are my wings
you are my weight
you are my love
you are my hate
you are my fire
you make me ice
you are my virtue
you're my vice.

(If I could be your mirror. . .)

If I could feel your memories,
if I could feel your dreams;
I'd twist them as
you twisted mine
and cherish all your screams.

If I could see your passions,
If I could see your heart;
I'd return all
your favors and I'd
tear the things apart.

You are my nightmare.

You are my strength
you make me weak
you are my song
my mindless shriek
you are my blood
you drain me dry
you are my life
you make me die.

(If I could be your mirror. . .)

If I could touch your spirit,
If I could touch your mind;
I'd bend and burn and
break them down
just like you did to mine.

If I could taste your apathy,
If I could taste your lies;
I'd do just as
you always did
and spit them in your eyes.

You are my trembling shame.

You are my sight
you strike me blind
you are my thoughts
you break my mind
you are my truth
you are denial
you are my mirror
you are vile.

(If I could be your mirror. . .)

If I could be. . .

If I could show you all your savagery,
would you not want to see?
Admire your cold and callousness;
your inhumanity?
If I could be your mirror
would you look me in the eye?
If I could be your mirror. . .


~~~~~~~(c) The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle) 4/2002