Dividing body into pieces
and throw them up-there's no pain.
Cold wind is catching some ,it misses
the edges of it,just takes the main.
My hands are left in dust-forgotten,
all hits and strokes, I ve made with them-
forgiven, all the tender's rotten,
and hatered's turned into a gem-
Into a diamond,calling"extra"
that shines around and makes me blind.
Being used to right as being dextral
I ve never known whats left aside.
My legs and feet - all runs and motions -
have always tried to keep the rush.
A fan of race, now my devotions
to be the first have caught the mush.
Have left behind all that's been charished,
I ve counted steps, and gave no bow.
All kind seemed weak, all bright seemed garish
I'm passing by the life,that's now.
Open my eyes-the pieces'r over.
The body hasnt been a way-
just seeing drunk things being sober-
my mind is one, for that to pray.
Open my heart -for special reasons
I feel your warmth thats coming in
you know,if world has had 4 seasons,
I ve never seen a real spring.
You hold my hand-am I forgiven?
You stroke my head-will I not die?
The remedy that had been given
has no more sence, the poison's-I.
Dont give me pills, I am the matter
Just hug cold shoulders, stay by me.
I've always wanted to be better,
and now the point is just to be.