Inside

Inside

 

Cold as rust and bleak as ash

Clocks stop when you hold their hands

Drift away into conscious thought

Hold the images within their frames

 

Tear me down from inside out

Screaming, streaming – woven shouts

Peaceful out and boiling in

Steer the wind out through the seams

 

Watch me change through troubled eyes

Wonderful, horrible – rubber screens

Ripping mind and fallen soul

Chained fear and hopeless desire

 

7-6-05