In Need of Cleansing

twisted wrists bleed deep beyond the iron that binds a million reasons to hate you on the tip of my tongue a thousand questions of why confuse and torture hold me back in need of cleansing..... take me to the place that can clean away the poison of hurt in my mind look to the sky for the way bow my head in response to refusal desperately in need of cleansing..... follow the pills with the acid that burns away the pain cut and bleed away the liquid words of a love gone forever in need of cleansing..... Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 04:23 AM PST   0 • 1