Army of Me
He knows the truth This boy knows everything Aware of my devious intentions And he knows that our end is within seconds notice I thought I could be a titan now Seeing as how I am the only known survivor of my venom I have heard that he sits by the phone, waiting waiting for the call The inching space that has grown into a whole celestial. . . creeping and making every minute so unbearable I know the truth He’s been able to dance around and put on a show A “happy” tear, she could just shut up and allow for it. . . To seep through How could I I have been away On a Phantom Campaign From my house To conquer this army of me Because Santo Niño- I have no right to conquer anything Until I have conquered the armies of me In this potion I see him clearly thru the looking glass looking into me, Could he figure me out by looking into the abyss of my eyes I doubt it but, I couldn’t save any of those old tunes from when I was so young But this fight is tedious This combat has lasted so long, this army of death Would he understand, my intentions?  I was a coward creeping away Inching, tip-toeing into darkness Marching towards and evident doom towards the armies of ME
From the Anthology “The Reconstruction & The Ghost” by AE Falcon ©2005


















