They can only be studied from afar,
And they refuse to get close to the bars.
No offers or deals will draw them out of hiding,
Or clean the foam from their crooked mouth.
For they have found something back there,
In the disgruntled fingers and breath,
That keeps them down.
Then, a deep and ugly truth had been
Unveiled before me,
By means of a bottle of cheap poison,
And my sister's sweetly stern voice.
I was dragged away from the metal,
All but kicking and screaming.
Their shot is lost, and all songs
Sound the same now from the other side.
She helped me to let goâ
Release the weight I knew I was carrying,
The hold on a heart, a fistful of organâ
While I cried across the dimly lit room.
You hide there, and I'll hide here,
In time, I will turn our ache into distant parables.
E.