For
my hand cannot write what I will upon my pen
with tongue in teeth I cannot speak having no remorse to repent
the last incision was my decision to remove this from my heart
mistakes are made cold and bitter
the wounds are calloused and spread apart
take this sharpened blade
guide it down the pulsing vein of words never uttered
flood the streets at children's feet
the tragic songs we sing each other
let those confessions beg and question the limits of our souls
the road you are on dead ends and splits
but it can lead you home
(2007)
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