You looked gray-washed.

The light through your eyes had gone out like a flame
you were too cold to care for the outcome.

If she brings that light to your face
you'll be shadowed come thursday
and friday you'll sit with your pals there
to shield all your terrified tears.

That eve of apocalypse
dragging its dark veil over your face
will rearrange tides
before you even learn how to tread the thick waters.

You'll see what's before you:
Girl after girl after girl will wash in
with the oil and freedom you reap
freedom filling that hole you will find
when the candle
just shudders
and dies.

Just make sure you know
what you're leaving behind.
If you do
then by all means
go.

05/17/2004

Posted on 05/18/2004
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