"Iron" - 10/20/04
Cold, cold classrooms.
Learning from myself.
Infinity's pride competes with cellular impatience.
My long sleeves covered with beloved ink stains,
Rough grain on the table,
But my senses are not to be trusted.
And I don't know why you're not blind.
Your lying looks,
And words.
Truthful words.
Words to set you free.
The ink stops flowing, and the black fades to grey.
Or does the grey fade to black?
Approval sought for lovers that leave bruises.
Scars. Chasms of debt.
Codes. Rhythms. Labels.
And we all know what I am.
That shiny badge won't help him now...
Not without the words.
And here I am, praying for that phone call.
Praying to senile gods.
...And on the truth of prayer, well -
It's never worked for me.
I've forgotten the point I'm making;
The logic slips away,
And biting my lip won't help.
Because, in this waking dream,
I can only taste the blood.
But don't worry - they gave me half water.
Will it hurt, in the end?
I've always wanted to ask.
It won't be long, now.
I do know that everything begins in blue.
Ropes tie you into corners,
And I never want to leave.
But there is someone out there who is willing to
Teach me how to fly
...Away from all of this.
And the doors I've longed to open are unlocked.
But what to do?