My Former Self
MARC ALMOND, ANNE HOGAN
Remember me
I was the boy with the angel's eyes
And the blush in surprise
When you hold my hand in full view
Now I'm so wrecked that my eyes bleed
Watch me recede
Nails curl back
From the quick as they
Curl with my lips
Standing limp in the pool of the light
So callous and cruel
Bones are piercing me through
And the shadow of you
Is the shadow of my former self
A quick recollection and smile for old times
Sometimes I feel like I'm being unkind
Skintight yet sallow
Saddened by the shallow
Reaching for the glow
At the end of the tunnel
Somewhere up the ladder stands
I shout as the car glides
Over the kerb to the wall
And the hiss of the steam is the siren
Drawing me onto the rocks
Always as ever in no man's land
With my driver slumped over my wheel
