It sits inside me a hot stone burning my chest and belly. There's not any warmth, and it does not sooth me. My insides wrap around it and keep the thick, dark, ugly truth safe from harm. Waiting, it is always waiting for me to come. Patiently it stays deep inside me, wanting nothing more than to be set free. My life passes by and buried in the melody is the poison that would kill me.
I will get to you. I will come and tear away that leaking bloody shroud, and when it's gone you'll be exposed and unable to hide within the void that's kept you safe for all this time. My fingers will get between my own bones and then my hands will tear at the flesh you spent years burning black. Once I am steady and my grip is firm I will finally tear it all apart. I will be exposed then, opened up. Release me.
-Jim Franks
I will get to you. I will come and tear away that leaking bloody shroud, and when it's gone you'll be exposed and unable to hide within the void that's kept you safe for all this time. My fingers will get between my own bones and then my hands will tear at the flesh you spent years burning black. Once I am steady and my grip is firm I will finally tear it all apart. I will be exposed then, opened up. Release me.
-Jim Franks
