Scars

I've tried to carve you with my teeth
Till my jaws were sore
I've tried to shape you with my nails

Now my fingertips are scars
Now my mouth tastes like iron
And you're still what you are.

I hit you like a lump of clay
thrown at a rock slab
You're stamped on me like a fist

And I'm smiling past my broken bones
And I'm lying fit to kill my soul
Now you're still what you were.

I'll paint you with my blood
and burn my guts with bile
Hold your feet up on my shoulders
plod on another mile

you're always who you were before

2001 Sep 27