REMEMBER THE POISON

It was stolen from our very minds
In the cold summer night
Keeping warm, clutching the blades in our hands
Grass cut to the bone of the heart
The blue of the screen lit the blue of your lips
Against our red-eyed wishes
And thrown-out shoes
There can be nothing else to say
You occupy a place of hope & light you laugh
I occupy a place of dark despair I scream
If the demon of my death-force would only...
A change could then ensue, perhaps
I'm wrong...it's just me.

LaRock 04/10/95