the beginning

i feel strange...
i run like a rat, so inject me with your potions.
a lab animal in circular motions.

i feel strange...
i am the tread wearing off your tires.
spinning out of control, you forgot the goal.

i'm the grey in your father's hair,
and the fabric that always seems to tear
when we grow to large for the costume.

decipher the antagonist....
beating flesh with a severed fist.
we're here and we're looking for you.
pews and funeral dues, veils mask the traitor.