my third eye

i killed a man in my head
he was angry, not much was said
i watched him fall apon the ground that day
and watched on as he bled
he challenged me to honour him
but i couldn't lift a finger in his aid
in my third eye i was blind to all but me
contemplating sticking the blade deeper in his soul
crushing the darkness consuming us all
watching, waiting, sensing the end was nigh
i pulled out of my head and looked on by
what i saw then confused me to this day
it wasn't him dieing, it was me where he lay
i hadn't stabbed a stranger, oh no not I
i had put that fateful dagger into my own minds eye
seeking to right the wrongs for past eons ago
i did not understand that i did not know
my own self
and looking into the mirror now i see not me
but another
he is six foot three
his hands by his side
covered in blood
his feet show signs of a fight long won
there's a hole in his side
from where i dont know
but somehow it got there
and i don't question why
for its not me that i look apon in that mirror
on these days
its not a figment of a peculiar mind that creates visions
bent in time
no, its the only person i want to be
and he's living inside me, no longer dead
for he didn't die on no cross
just for fun nor pleasure
he died on that cross
for me
for me
for me