The taste of acrylic: a song for cody because i care.

Faithful blood will always spill

While worthless red takes more than its fill.

The shadows have been drawn,

And one small ray can't beat the break of dawn.

My words will never win yours.

You've got daggers as teeth and a cobra's tongue,

Protecting your lies and your habits of young.

I'll wrap this sweater tight around my face

And let its fibers feel my being.

Let the yarn creep into my lungs

Just enough for a bird to nest in.

Might this bird carry me to a place where red
doesn't matter.

Perhaps a mountain, or somewhere far away

Where I can read the words,

And taste the meaning in what they say.

I'll let go of my Harlequin world.

I'll burn my common beliefs.

I"ll jump into the picture-perfect sunset,

And fall right through the canvas.