See another soul ajar!



Ever since she's been dead
I think a lot about her head
and what went on inside of it

Ever since she did depart
I think a lot about her heart
and why I would not bend

Her times so different they from mine
her circumstances less than kind
a fine one I to judge

Amply was my psyche stocked
with things condemned and duly mocked
coiled in readiness

It's true to say we tend to hate
the things within ourselves that wait
their reflection in another.