Jun 24, 2011 23:44
I used to be a better man wading through the seas
I used to be a better man singing in the trees
I used to be a better man obeying all the rules
I used to be a better man retreating from all fools
I wake up now with alligators gnawing on my limbs,
scissors scraping endlessly deep against the grain,
fingers twirling my hair in knots, pulling roots out of my skin.