Concrete angels
And gargoyle guards -
Damnation sits
right in your front yard.
You curved your hip
Into that mold,
Bared your arms
Against the cold,
For the flickering streetlamp
And this street corner,
Only a line of metal
To make you warmer.
There's no picket fence
No bed cover to hide;
Your soul is the city
But it's eating you alive.
Don't say
It wasn't worth it
That might make it true
And we both know, sweetheart,
There's not much you can do
Besides pound the pavement,
Hope for a ride;
No more friends
(with wings)
By your side.
In stone that sings,
In glass that glares,
It's almost as if
You were never there,
Following street lines
Under your feet
Keeping in mind
That this is your beat -
What you can loose,
What you can give -
This conflict of interest
Eating at your skin.