you punch too much
with hate and lies
my battered soul
I can't disguise

cut off my breath
til I turn blue
I wait for death
to escape you

I look in space
just a shell a can
a dam a hand
unopened

and the mirror
tells me I'm okay
but I barely notice
anyway
there's nothing
left to say

dear mystery
where did you go
and leave me here
so all alone
letting them punch me

oh I know
just let love show
but their punches grow

so old


©2003 Lyn