there is more than silver
than the edge of a blade
more than leather and skin
but not much more
choices have been made:
the paint on the wall
the darkness of the disaster
the places you will break
though I lay in wait
i can leave at anytime
I bare myself before you
in careful measures
i am only as tough as i feel
as black as my blues
as desperate and as beautiful
as the power i assign you
I will keep them on
strapped in tight
if that’s what you want
if that’s how we will be
there is more than being
desperate and beautiful, black and blue
darkness disaster silver leather skin
i can leave at any time.
~ Andrea E. Janda
