September 22, 2004

Cold Glass Reflection

I'll claw my way through thorns, tearing and ripping clothes, flesh, and soul... follow me down and let's walk the coals.

Blisters mean nothing to hands that don't work.

So I reach, and I yearn those who I've lost. When you turn your back, you can't hear me cry, can't see me bleed and won't see me break...

So, somehow, if these words reach your heart, know that I'm broken and it was for you.