The Statue

I hid there in my shadow,

moving to the right, to the left,

shifting a knee or an elbow

to get just the right form in the light.

You only see my shadow.

I made my shadow such perfection,

that I forgot to look in the mirror.

The sun cast its rays upon me for so long

that I no longer felt the burn.

The sting of the rain pouring into my wounds,

was the closest to comfort I ever knew.

No wonder you only see my shadow.

Tomorrow is a new day.

You’ll wake up to look at my shadow,

and it will be gone.

Don't fuck me in front of you

My mind was laid open by your lashings.
I try to pick up the pieces from the floor,
but they’re so hard to see.

There’s one there in the corner
I’m afraid to touch it, what image does it contain?
I’d like for several of these to rot in the corners.

Life started with blood and pain,
why should this ever change?
Until the day we die,
we’re infested with them.

I thought I repressed these memories sufficiently
(that’s what the shrink likes to say),
but one sight of that today
and they beat the shit out of me.

But I’m tougher than I appear,
and I can fight like a windstorm.
I’ll be back before you even knew I was gone.