Friday, April 15, 2005

Steel

Steel as cold
and precious as ice
creates it's warning over and
over again in mindless
repetition

Steal the solace
and touch the sky
become wrapped
up in the little circle
and be bound

I'd like to bind you
and wrap you around my
finger and keep you
all to myself
but I can't

The steel blue ice
in the form of tie dye
apathy can let me know
how you feel if only
I listen to the blue psychic steel

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