bleeding hands


open the door.
in the back of my mind
i lay upon the floor
whenever you say
forever.

it’s not so easy
to tell
what secrets i should keep

when all i do
is sleep

and talk about the weather.

take my lonely words
and tell them to your roses

tend your garden
in the winter
when the snow is brighter
than the sun.

take that soul from my breaking heart

take that pain from my bleeding hands
and sew yourself together.

from that broken day you found me
sighing in a
stark-white hospital dream

i was walking thru the tunnel
into the blinding stars

while behind me the seams
that were once stitched
into my skin,
slowly unraveled

and all i could remember
is that i was born, and nothing else of
	my identity
evolution
matrimony
beauty

i was
searching for a lost boy

down beneath the subway,
	i needed him for shelter.
when all i knew was pain.

open the door and show me the way out

i hate shadows when it’s dark
for they sometimes bear my faith.

open the door and come inside
i swear i won’t bite
as long as
there’s light

i shouldn’t be too far away, slumped
against the wall or
laying on the floor
while you keep floating whispers of
forevermore

in one ear and out the other

you might wonder
what you may,
about life and death and why i
fell with the rain

but you need only
to behold my face and it’s sure to show you
everything i learned along the way.




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