Tuesday, June 23, 1998

against the wall

623/1998

tear my skin
won’t stretch this far
is too far all ready
for a war within
my mind
has exploded so much
of nothing
makes sense
scattered on the
bloody carpet
rolled out of the way
you think is how
I react
based upon
nothing important
picture I find
and burn
crash and burn
light up and burn
my determination
into skin so smooth
rock I found
on the beach I
sun my anger
will never smile
at my anger gone
down to hell and back
against the wall
killing them all
watch as I spin
cycle wash my mind
and hands of any
guilt I feel none
of it is all a part
of the plan
my escape well
is deep and I will escape
better chop me up or I will
come back
against the wall
killing them all
watch as I spin
dry off the sunken
manuscript, a sea
so deep I might drown,
but will not die
find me hiding in the boxcar
headed south,
but you’ll never
find me until
I come back
against the wall
comes crashing
down with the masses,
see my eyes and know who
I have become…

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