Cold

Thorns

Jut out of our sides

and a trickle of blood falls

down down down

in the snow

frozen 'fore we summon first aid tricks

The Peers that stalk hallways

and the bullies of my heart

stone my esteem

But as the saying

(Maybe)

goes:

They'll never break me

A boy 

not so far away

And not so much of their word

Normal.

Stole some scraps of bisulfuate powder

and did a line

He made a step in time

And he hung up the line.

And these stories are just what I know

But how do we live with ourselves?

Hands clean; hearts pungent

They may as well tear out our hair

And sew a wig for them to wear.

There's a girl

down the lane

With a trampoline heart

And a toddler tending her arms

Singing

Momma, momma

Screaming

Momma, momma

When will those bastards see

That they tear us apart.

And every bit and gerrund you snicker

Is cruelty

For you out there

That may hear;

Listen for the Angels

And find refuge there.

Dry your eyes.

and please don't hurt

First aid will find you

Before you freeze.