Sitting in the corner, swearing by oathes long forgotten
Jumping off the ledge, who knew it hurt?
Red tears, while plenty, fixed nothing.
Let's go swimming in this pool of knowledge.
We know it all don't we?
They'll be sorry, you said, one day.
Would all this be different? Somewhere else.
These blank walls coloured with pain.
Electric holes of possibility.
For who can explain values in words?
Brick upon brick, the foundation of tomorrow.
Words, perfectly smooth, cut like blades.
Instruments of power; Spilled ink and contradictions.