Suicidal Stones

Outside the city walls

Alone with what I've known

Like a criminal who sly-thieves joy

From his own home



Some just line says I should die by fire

So I'm cutting up the kindling

And the kerosene I cry



Take these suicidal stones from my hand

Suicidal Stones from my hand

Suicidal Stones from my hand



Caught in the

Actor on regret's stage

Soliloquy without sympathy

is my penance paid



Built on quicksand

Too low to see the ground

Sniveling in a Job-en cry while I look down



Comment scrawled in the dirt

For the pity-boy cowered in hurt

Of a bridge that instead is burning

And a new boy that instead is learning

That it's harder sometimes to be than not

And it's easier forgiven than forgot

He says it's by the tree that you have died

It's by the tree that you're alive