Break
Breaking me on the ground
Lying alone in this demented lost space of freshly poured pavement
Nothing but that sound
That piercing sound of certain demeaning uncertainty
Takes me away from the length of these days
These days drag on and on
Never ending
With the pessimism of my youth
I bleed
I bruise
I cry
Everything burns...
But that smell ...
That smell of freshly scorched blood
Drying on freshly painted lips.
Hardening my reality
My sanity
Searing my skin
Breaking me over and over again
(2005)
