The twisting night <br />laced with crime and deceit <br />could reveal all hearts <br />as sinister and unsympathetic <br />in a seemingly treacherous flight <br />of survival and trepidation. <br /> <br />When you're nervous within, <br />you could bring a case against <br />the last person you slept with <br />or your brother the priest; <br />there is no one trustworthy <br />in a moment of mental defeat. <br /> <br />My feet are paralyzed <br />like a car with a broken ignition switch <br />unable to turn over and drive; <br />have you ever felt <br />like you were the last person alive? <br /> <br />Don't talk to me so innocently <br />like you've never taken a man down; <br />stop playing me as a pawn or a clown <br />in pursuit of minor change or tarnished gold; <br />I never forget anything I've been told <br />and I know your rap sheet too well. <br /> <br />I'm ready for any predicament, <br />any level of Dante's Hell; <br />I can withstand any blow or violent attack, <br />I'm not one to turn squeamish, <br />put my hand to the plow and gaze back. <br /> <br />Carve me out with a kitchen utensil <br />or a double-edged knife, <br />after so many grievances <br />lodged against God and man, <br />I don't work to preserve my life. <br /> <br />I've got to turn over a new rock <br />and disappear within; <br />if you're anything less than a magician, <br />you'll never escape your enemy's trap door <br />or hidden chamber, <br />only the clever make their way to sunlight again.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-magician/
