Open your eyes for a dose of oxygen,
Smell a world with tears and spice,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

You sleep with your fast growing collagen,
Recovering the jet-lag of the unknown I surmise,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

Yet to come the tag that latches on to your origin,
when living each day has its invaluable price,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

Will you belong to the cigarettes and scent of gin,
Or shall I see you chase dreams left to their own device,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

There might be peace or violence had here you been,
You could be a well-built fortune or a random dice,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

And I am witnessing this, without sorrow or grin,
Wonder, distress and an expired love that will suffice.
Open your eyes for a dose of oxygen,
Whose child is this down the doorstep.

There is a wishing well where I live,
filled with coins down the bottom,
some are shiny, some old, some rusting into the water.
Circles of copper, silver, aluminum and gold.
Here I will take a bet,
throw my first quarter into the pond,
There it falls with a bubbly thud.
Day by day I will sit by it, murmur a silent prayer,
Doing nothing as the sun set.
So when the dawn comes,
I will get exactly the opposite
of what I wished for,
My coin lost among the thousands,
In this miraculous wishing well.

He is looking at me in frustration,
I failed him once again.
Should chosen a business concentration,
Should have given up a dream of magnificence.

I never play volleyball like other girls,
I was too rough to sit down and be a lady,
I was banned from skateboarding and basketball,
Math was not for girls but I won every time.

But all my efforts have been tried in vain,
As I stumbled in my tomboy skin.
For to him, everything I do will be pointless,
every rebellion is to him yelling in pink.

My heart died before me,
so They bury my thoughts in
with the worms in the ground.

As the first nail shuts the lid,
I gained my consciousness.
I gazed into the impenetrable darkness
of that ancient and complete fear.

A chill burns along my nerves' edges,
As my thoughts clash against my teeth,
of all those words I have not said
I could have said I should have said to you.

As soils shift in and rain seep through
These words rattle in my throat
while you are already away,
thinking not of me.

Blood draining and eyes dilating,
I found new strength in the splinters
of torn skin-- breaking in--
into a world that wants me not

Reborn into a languor of midnight rain,
there I see you kneeling--
eyes teeming with hatred, regret, agony

So we pulled each other in
as the mantle layers above

centuries past, heavens frown,
grounds encased
were our Love in Amber,
our story on parchments,
our hearts pressed
in sedimentary stones.