2002-02-05 - 11:58 PM
Citizen Of The Sky & The Estrogen Gemini (Sandbox Anthem)
I have a sandbox full of fallen castles, crumbled and all tumbled down. I have a sandbox of broken barricades, where little green Army men used to hide. But with the tears, and with the years, it somehow washed away. And all I'm left with are soul-less grains of sand, like that of the hour glass, a grain to a day. Sitting here waiting and wondering - God, I wish I could remember what this place used to look like, back when I used to play.
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Allow me wings, the ability to perch upon a cloud, and get a closer look at the stars. I promise you; I'll prove that I'm worthy of such a thing, and prove that such a thing be worthy of being called Love.
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I can feel my flesh rotting away. These devils that have been tearing at my skin, for almost half a year, pains me to tears and silent cries - they say it's an allergy; I feel a disease. I can't seem to shake these demons eating me away. Will it soon be my time? Will it soon be my name on the epitaph at home? I'm pretty sure something's about to occur - I just have to keep reminding myself, that I'm above it all. I'm ready for anything. Hello, little bird - my shoulder's been cold.
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I feel love and hate, for the ability to love and hate. It's my healthy ambivalence, my two fish swimming in circles. I've got enough of both - Lord, allow me to know where to put it all.
