Apr 10, 2004 17:40
send out a note to the city, new york
and tell them of a man crawling
on the streets in the far below
he's worn out, torn out, and broken
heart spun, and wrung his knees are sliced
ham through a slicer, the glass is tearing his skin
bleeding his soul
miles away in a different city, new brunswick
a child sits on the stoop of his rented craphole
staring at street lights at 243 am
a dark man asks for change
and growls at the boy
unwavering, the boy denies the change
and goes back to staring at the piercing street light
time flew, time died
once a boy on a stoop, now the man in new york
crawl back to the womb, dont ever let me out
dont give me the life bullshit, dont taint my crude oiled soul
glass slices and oil mixes with the crimson red,
dilute black and nothingness