I'm coming bleak
in a straightened line
that a hand cannot erase.
Do you feel me?
Clocks will burst again
in homemade shrines.
I saw the love growing on trees
as tea leafs
as he left home.
And then I left
thought myself as an adventurer
'til I got scared.
A scarred truthful boy
showed my a song
a song that shovels pain away
a song played by loners
painted black as my favorite pants.
Do you feel it growing?
I'm coming clean,
never killed
but every time I died I died.
Every time I whispered
somebody tried
my mother tried
to dissipate angst into crystal shards
and bury them next to the shoveled pain
but the grave was hollow
as it grew again.
It's hard to erase the void in blood,
between lowered voices
and water beds.
It's hard to erase the bruises on soul,
between aerial chicken deals,
and lily pads.
It's hard to erase the future promises,
when the fire burns the feet,
always two steps away.
Where's joy hidden?
I looked inside a mark,
inside a crystal core embraced by dry branches,
inside a cave
inside a mind.
Gimme a hand and cry for me,
Gimme a hand and fly away,
Gimme a hand with an ace pair,
Gimme a hand, alone despair,
Gimme a hand of sudden emotion,
Gimme a hand for the evolution of revolution,
Gimme a hand so that I know I'm not alone
Gimme a hand or a foot or an elbow,
Gimme a hand for a raise
Gimme a hand for jailbreak
Gimme a hand for a ham sandwich
Gimme a hand for preventing a blazed witch of bursting into flames
Gimme a hand, a tooth or a toe
Gimme a hand, cause I can't go
Gimme a hand so I can sing again
Gimme a hand, I pay with a hand.
I'm coming as the darkest part of a circle,
that one belly button
and the thread that stitched the ache of aging.