So I'm setting down the imagery
cause it's fogging up my head
my thoughts can't be put down
the curse is gone today
but I won't be fooled again this time
I'll know when evil is around
I know I said it meant everything
but that everything has fallen apart
and now the hunter is the hunted
or so it seems
The metaphors float back again like a...
who didn't call this one?
The only words that come to mind
are just another pinch of salt on a wound
a wound that doesn't want to heal
Which way should we take this?
There is no nice way to say it.