One Sharp Breath

April 20, 1997

Boredom abashes, fragile minds Turns them to ashes; soiled blind You’ve turn to run away from this disease, But with your hollow self, you’re left to plead. So you cry out loudly in the vacant night, No one else can bring the light.

Where do you turn to, when you can’t decide? So, where do you turn to when you’ve run to hide? (Not inside)

Little shelter girl, I know you Fragment of yourself, soul residue You were so innocent, sweetest little child, Then you found the world, your refuge exiled So, you wrap yourself in night-from blankets Found the truth was how you faked it. Fake it. Faked it.

Where do you turn to, when you can’t decide? So, where do you turn to when you’ve run to hide?

Behind the shattered truth of your desire Lies solid shadow streams, an invisible fire. In one grained moment, you’ve come to this goodnight. You turn away from me, stealing the sight” Of what has come to pass and who you are With one arms breadth, you pull me apart.

You found yourself, didn’t you? Come face to face with me and share the truth. PEEL away this Mask, So I can see through you.

You could reveal to me in One Sharp Breath But you, you turn from me… SEEKING THE DEATH

Of your lost soul and your cracked feet Pacing in this wasteland, burning in the heat. Turn to me TURN TO ME