i don't believe your presence
you come as a breeze in this cold air
i think i'll put on my coat now

dragged through thorns
and rusty nails
but you don't know
and you don't care

i've held onto blue too long
and in the other hand is black
I think i'll loosen my grip now

colors run
it's water dripping from my fingers

my hands are free now
my hands are free
unlock my joints
with a liquid key

Water pours from my heart
swollen with your name
water pours from my eyes
both colors do the same

and as my arms move quickly
my palms begin to heat
clap my hands together
to spark a fire inside me

I don't believe your sound
it comes as a trigger to my ear
i think i'll step away from your aim

dragged through thorns
and rusty nails
but you don't know
and you don't care

erelevant

happy easter!...

flicked pass 6 and tuning into channel 7 now. 8 is next and i will be well again. snow has disolved into fire, a new outlook on things. flip to the reverse and there's where you'll find me. so i've captured the nothing again because im still numb from the cold and the frost that has carroded my heart and half my mind. this is Back Burner. the warmth from the fire helps.. but the nothing is the numbness. so being numb, obviously means feeling no feelings. so 'back burner' i wrote today. it is an outcome of absolutely nothing. or is it?