5.08.2009

Stabs of Tin

There's a point when your legs feel too damn weak
To stand up without falling
When your arms feel too weak to lift the baggage you're hauling...
There's a point where the world is just too damn loud
To hear the words you're calling
The more you try the more you cry until you feel like crawling.

I've been there I've faced the test
Love your enemies and hate the rest
The white noise static in your head
Won't leave your brain until you're dead...
Like the crushing pressure in your chest.

Nerves short-circuiting
Current interruptus within
With sharp stabs of jagged tin
A cold silent grin, the blue clammy skin
Grips you like an icy winter wind.

Taking you away a little bit at a time
Like robbing a bank dime by dime
No one notices until they're empty
Heart, soul, and mind.

Maybe it's a price that has to be paid before you leave
A toll--I hope I have enough to pay...
On the way,
Away from here.

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