Speaking in Metal Tongues.

If I teach you how to hold it.

Please, don’t shoot me.

That desert eagle into my heart,

Please don’t do it.

But, aim the red flame at my mind.

Shut me up.

You want what’s inside me.

Kill these thoughts.

Intertwined and kissing.

Metal tongues, glass eyes.

Cold, soulless,

Free spirits.

You tell me I’m all you see.

That I’m the silver lining.

Let me hold your hand.

I’ll show you my light.

I’ll melt that steel.

Like the sunrise,

I’ll show your how to expand,

And open your mind to stillness and peace.

Together we will grow.


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