Tell me when the metal scrapes wood
Announce it to the world
Remind me of gentle waves
Of jagged rocks
Tell me when you sting
Call me when your aching fades
The crisp apple air
Of a metal wire
Tell me when the glass tears cotton
Whisper it to golden meadows
Of storm
Of pain
Desiccated thoughts
Torn open by the wisps
The metal seams threaten to rip
Tell me when the sun is no more
A gentle breeze
Of fiery dark scars
Brought by the smell of promise and hope
Remind me of the taut gloom
Shadows tense
Of grime
Of metal tinge
Tell me when the metal scrapes wood
Deep
Rash
Hurdling fresh screams
