SkINhEAD

Skinhead
bought a
switchblade on a
Tuesday
Lonely, a boy
thinking of what's
never
brought
any joy
::: He's only
a couple of heartbeats away
from the irony of pain :::
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A light-hearted kid
skinning his head,
wonders what he did
in the
thralls of the rain
With his hair in the sink, he'd
never really think
::: Just a heartbeat away
from screaming his name :::
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Quietly stood, misunderstood
Standing there
trying
to understand
what it really was
in the
palm of his hand
::: What it really was
in the palm of his hand :::
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And what's on the ground
And what has he found
And what can he do
that he's done it now
Trying his hardest
to find a heartbeat……
::: somehow :::
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Souls are the things
that give us
our wings,
but heroes never seem
to be a scream away
She folded her wings
as he
folded her wings
::: If life is just a dream, then
dream away :::
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She could've been an angel
Could've been
a bird
::: Thinking to himself
with his eyes on the floor :::
Feathers on the ground
telling him that now
flying's not an option
like it was before…
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He figuratively did
what she
literally did
We all have our alleys
we walk upon
We all have our
dead-end streets
that we never should've
walked
down
on
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He never should've gone
She
never should've gone,
thinking to himself
in the golden'd dawn
Lying in the rain, in the
thralls of the pain,
thinking to himself---
::: never knew her name :::
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So he took her in his mind,
leaving her behind
& turned her
into a tattoo
to ease the strain
::: He figured he deserved at least
some of the pain :::
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With his hair in the sink,
never would he think
how much of him
would go
down the drain
::: He had nothing to say :::
He just folded his wings (those
imaginary things)
over in his bed
where he would lay
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Closing her eyes
while closing his eyes
If life is just a dream, then
dream away.