Charcoaled by cigarettes
And endless cups of green tea mixed with guilt
Things like that can really change you.
His life is all matches and candlesticks
Burning pictures and remnants of the beaded-bracelets his wears around his ankles.
But through the tinsel and the tainted tinfoil,
The young boy inside craves to breathe;
To know he's truly human---
---even if he has to die to prove it.
Nothing is left untouched
But the truth, to the boy was hidden.
Only that Charcoaled Man will tell you,
Despair is motivation." S.N.S 2/8/2005 7:14pm
S.N.S 2/8/2005 7:14pm