| Paper towels hang their weary heads after trying again in vain to soak up my still flowing blood in an attempt to absorb my pain. But not paper towels nor mops nor cloths could soak up all the blood that lays painted across these wounds of both my hands and heart. The female artists who've rendered me desolate have surely done their job well, leaving too much blood and too deep wounds for rivers or tides to quell. So here I hide beneath the snow and 'neath the sunburnt sky encaged inside my icy prison with just 'a matter o' time 'til I die. But this icy freeze is numbing, and's removing my feelings once again, so maybe, just maybe, it, if not you, can save me from the pain. |
*** 11/15/03 Not exactly perfect, but I like it. It’s on Katie, most of the metaphors are pretty obvious. Copyright ©2003 Ashi Shadow