CATCH A GLIMPSE  *(OF THE REAL ME)

NO ONE SEES THE REAL ME
IF THEY WOULD CATCH A GLIMPSE
     THEY WOULD SURELY SHATTER MY HEART
FOR MY ENEMIES HEARTS HAVE GROWN SO COLD
     WHILE OUR FAMILIES GROW SO DISTANT
WHY MUST AN ACT OF SIN BE CARRIED OUT
     WHEN MOST OF MY INTENTIONS ARE PURE
THESE FEELINGS OF DISMAY AND PAIN
     ARE WORN LIKE A BADGE OF TRUTH
FREEDOM BECKONS ME FROM A DISTANCE
LIKE A LONG, LOST SIREN BECKONING THE SAILOR
     TO COME CLOSER AND THEN WRECK THEIR SHIP
ON THE ROCKS OF A MILLION RAZOR BLADES
     SURGING LIKE ELECTRICITY IN THE PITCH BLACK NIGHT.