Early morning ramblings III

I'm far from perfect. I've never made that claim.
But ask me a question...direction...
and you'll see me.
I'm pulling my punches and dropping my guard.
And all the bites on my tongue have
jaded me from the world.
The scars run deep and can't be seen,
but the laughter echoes still...shrill...
i'd kill for the chance to dance with
fists instead of kisses.

So wrap me up in your stories
and hang me by your noose.
An obscene disaster,
Even at my worst, i'm better than you.

I'm a ghost, hidden away in imagination.
My vacation is a space within myself.
And i've lived inside a shadow,
i made it my home, with plenty of room
to grow...to know...myself before i put it
up for sale.
My ears are on fire, and won't be put out;
You've created a monster, and buried yourself.