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Ash dusts my ragged pants,

As I sit idle in my easychair,

Falling like snowfalkes,

From my last cigarette.

I am the fly on the wall,

Watching but not living,

Consumed by fear of pain,

Fear of living.

I say all the right lines,

To polish the gem that is me,

My treasured self,

As I am in need of a show,

Boredom consumes the fly on the wall.

Preach to the people,

Wisdoms of carefully selected ideals,

Born of my mold,

So that I may shine in their eyes,

Benevolent, magnanimous me!

I charge into the fray,

For I am the righteous,

Am I not a thing beauty,

To be right is to be me,

To be me is to be right!

The devil within that never left snickers...

The fly on the wall,

The calm collected man,

The fly on the wall,

The twisted man,

Never alive but always playing,

Toying with his own empty husk of a life.