to be read slow and jeering
Dorian, What Do You See?
There’s a box on the wall
And a man in the box
He smiles when you smile
And he talks when you talk
But you are not the man
He is the inverse of you
He is the pain and the trials,
The failure, the rot
The evil inside of you
Wringed into knots
But you are not the man,
He is the inverse of you.
He is that piercing sore,
The sore at the core of the man.
The man that would murder your lover
Would silence your doubt
Bludgeon the children
Rage RAGE throughout.
But you are not that man,
He is the inverse of you
And you keep him inside
As good Christians do
There is a box on the wall
And a man in the box
he sees all…
Or have you forgot.
–ECW
