Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
You know, this woman is the target of my salvation. My problem, is that I am crying alongside her.
My job–I feel this clearly–is to find the fucking way out. It’s my job. It’s why I’m here. I feel this grief and alienation so clearly, so cleanly.
One day I hope to be useful. I will not ever try to claim I am useful, though, until I know how to sleep through the fucking night without shaking and screaming.
My work continues. You know: I falter often, but in the end, I don’t quit. Ever. Ever.
And you know, I would offer my body up in a moment if I could put an end to this.