Sep 29, 2005 23:20
This is what you've wanted...
A cornerless room & a running start.
Let 'em catch me,
Tear into the flavorless center
And run their crooked nails
Through my broken gills.
A fireless exit isn't even logical.
At least, they know what they want.
I know nothing.
So take the fair and foul far from here.
Because it felt true...
but I know of honor.
And they seemed right...
but someone taught me about pain.
And because living is too expensive
And the latter is too cheap,
There will be no other way out.
Just a soft, small, windowless box
And a deprived page in a sentence-less book.
Logic's not necessary.
Neither is mercy.
Let the entrails run red.