Raw

Raw Footage From the Back of a See-Saw

I dip my toes in the sky because I'm tired of this electric dirt
Then you go and plant some heart the color of Babel
And it tears a hole straight through my prayer

Remember when I wrote you a love letter in crayon
And you wrung it out like a hangman and returned me wet ink?
Well, that's what I get I suppose-
Forgiveness only stitches a cut that won't heal

The rain sounds lovely tonight
Like an Old Man dancing the Tandava on dead coals
I stare at the puddles and smile
They look like bodies and remind me of the children in our city

I try swallowing the words in my head
If I don't they become overcrowded and leak
Like skeletons parading down the drain in the middle of a desert
Mommy says bleed your thoughts often
It'll keep you healthy and sane- just how they like it...

If this is god's
Then he needs therapy for his nightmares and addictions
Because this is human
Bottling the cure for cancer and selling it for a bathtub full of gold