i was scraped off the road

and lifted in the warm arms 

of someone 

a man ill never see

as close to god as there can be

 

i can only tell the tale

 

i wish hed left me there

black smashed in the tarmac

it was the only peace ive ever been.

 

but no one wants to know

 

i smash my head off the wall

i rip my heart out in the open

I cry for any one beast of hell to dare

devour it

 

but theyre all gone home

 

i carve a blade of steel into my wrist

for someone said it equals the twist of a demon.

they were talking about something else

it is an irritation 

less than flea.

 

 i am sick and pounding

my hands into the ground

 

its made of stone

with bits of broken bottles and a smashed up phone

gravel and glass congeal in my palms.

 

there is no heaven

just a return

its purgatory again

theres no one in

just a dead tone...