Slamdance my soul

To id

to be

to lie and retrieve

Corrective surgery

Some actions create

Some thoughts are too late

Slamdance my soul to oblivion

Opening doors on the highway run

ninety miles flying by

I could jump and roll, I’ve seen it done

But unlike the Terminator, I won’t survive.

Slamdance my soul

Leave me breathless and bruised

Leave me lonely and scarred inside my mind

Spread me thin

Spread me open

Fuck me heart to tears

Slamdance my soul

Cause this madness isn’t ending

And the reasons aren’t resonating

And the words…

They disappear.

DIH – 10/08/12