meet myself in the mirror

I do follow you
With my stupidity
My libido
Humane, usually
Buried under my heart
Stalking with
The fatal pride
Of no return
Bound for catastrophy

Wont you come
Into my coffin
Nice and dark
No words for nothing
No cords for my swing
Heart of rock
And now I roll
Near to insanity
Wolflike
Vehicle
Without machine