Backwards Walker

Lacerations, ugly creature A reflection in my eyes of a now bleak nature Conversations, Cus' this is not a church and you are not a preacher Way to put your hands around my neck Way to never clean up your own mess I call duality divine I love a stubborn gemini I crawled around until it hurt You can't sneak up on rare birds And from the bottom, endless autumn Leaving space for what was left of my perpetual problem Backwards walker, no one trips you from the back as you are now the talker Way to put your hands around my neck Way to never clean up your own mess