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What little hope our youth provides

We've eventually given hope back

To clear away the little black of sky we've drawn

What little slack given up

Helping one after another to pass the pawn

Save if you must

Embed trust

Speak on the levels that show

The shining of tears unshed

Retrieve the laughter we've bled

Break down the dawn grown bleak

Save those next to you

Lingering among the sick

Help me pull through.



You touched my face

I gave you the smile

When I was frozen, scared to say anything

Why did you do it?

The blue hue of eyes

Made me feel as though my past were lies

I tried to pull away but I missed it so much

Why couldn't I have told you stop?

Being touched so...

Missed the fire you set alive like wild brush

I craved it more.

"Look here at these chains, boy",

He said to me;

Tall and dark, he reached with one hand out,

To rattle one on my link;

"You see here," he reached my way,

My hopes would sway every time he came near;

That I'd never see home or even a porceline sink.



With my hair falling out of my tail,

And chin getting scruffy,

I pulled my strenght just to look him in the eye,

Without wavering-even though I'm in Hell;

Which wasn't too usual;

And I showed him my soul.



He said to me, looking as tired as myself,

"Son, you ain't going anywhere without me,"

Thumping my forehead with his finger,

A time or two or three;

Making me dizzier than I already was;

"Here's the world at your tips",

Just sitting almost in my lap.



Every once in a while,

He'd stand up and dance with the skeleton beside me,

"And this bitch couldn't hold it even if he squeezed.";

My blonde hair would fall with my head into my eyes,

I looked around at all the bones;

The rats feasting a future me;

"Wake in the morning to find me whole again".



The bones clattered, and the side of my face shattered,

Right where he struck me hard;

I sat back up, leaning against the wall again,

With my jaw hanging there,

Just a-flapping in the stench.



My eyes watered,

And voice sputtered;

The dangerous fate I was facing,

Was a contract of setting someone free,

That owed Him thier soul,

But I made him take me instead;

Even though that girl would someday be dead.



"You can't foam through me" He said,

But I knew, coming from where I did,

I could look him in the eyes or mind;

I could tell he was losing his spirit;

Flooding the underworld with his pissy attitude,

Because someone He needed went kind.