(no subject)
in the winter of 93'
I wrinkled my nose to the
soft smell of saffron snow
melting on the roof of
my grandparent's house.
Then I fell in.
The river was cold,
and the current's arms were tugging me under,
but I was rescued by my protective father.
in the summer of 96'
I inhaled the sultry
catalytic air
while catching lighting bugs in a jar,
little figures that shined so bright,
and were dead before the morning fell.
And justice, it doesn't exist.
Just random events
that sew together pieces of life,
with hardly visible seams.
I jumped off the wagon
into a pool of instinct;
so, if the poison reaches my blood,
tell them to clear the needle please,
because all of this,
this is all I am.
and all i am is free.
In the dawn of my youth,
i wished to experience death
through rose-tinted glasses,
not the kind I saw in 96',
but a more selfish and relieving kind,
to paint my peaceful bliss,.
I wrinkled my nose to the
soft smell of saffron snow
melting on the roof of
my grandparent's house.
Then I fell in.
The river was cold,
and the current's arms were tugging me under,
but I was rescued by my protective father.
in the summer of 96'
I inhaled the sultry
catalytic air
while catching lighting bugs in a jar,
little figures that shined so bright,
and were dead before the morning fell.
And justice, it doesn't exist.
Just random events
that sew together pieces of life,
with hardly visible seams.
I jumped off the wagon
into a pool of instinct;
so, if the poison reaches my blood,
tell them to clear the needle please,
because all of this,
this is all I am.
and all i am is free.
In the dawn of my youth,
i wished to experience death
through rose-tinted glasses,
not the kind I saw in 96',
but a more selfish and relieving kind,
to paint my peaceful bliss,.