Crying the Tears of a Savage Ape I sit here wondering wandering my mind I m Lost Contemplating the complex thinking I think too much to be sad or happy to care to hate to have to yearn to aspire I mold I mold a smelly mold reeking mold Havoc to your mind I am repelled with your receptions It s that old man again damn him He keeps hoping throught the loop holes in my brain Logic His chuckle echoes through my head Here I am There I was Where are you Here Search Then he fades - Damned crazy fools Hmph - I return to my potato - only to find him looking at me Damn you! My fork splits his head in two Laughter resonates through my skull Damn all the old men in all the nations of all the worlds with all the parallel Universes Why do I Damn them Is it my fear of what I m to become I think more so it is my fear of what I am what I have become What the old man keeps taunting me with - The Truth An old brain decrepid and holy - crumbling between my fingers Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust It slips between young hands the dirt will not com off !DyZ blade lit!