Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Black Scalpel

The colored bulb pops as the heat increases
Pressure building from within and without
Step out of the cold and dark to see more of the same
Pouring down like an endless stream of tears
Flashes of spite in the distance
Won't show its face for fear of discovery
And the realization of what it's become
Hit the mighty C, hit it hard
Push all of it upward and out all over
Show the world what it means to be you
Through the curtains and shades of experience
Through the love and the lies and the sex and the sorrow
I'm still here
Pushing and prodding
Never letting go
Heaven doesn't want me and Hell's just way too hot
I cut my path with a delicate blade
Piercing any and all that I can

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