Here is where I lost my last,
Where my knuckles paled white
and my skin went dead cold,
While lady luck treated me with silence
and one minute saw me grow old.

Here is where my hands weren't mine
But now they disconnect all the time;
My body grew distant and insignificant,
Eyes closed hard in defiance of your crime.

Here I heard the storm inside of you-
Loud and clear when you forced it into my own head
Like a perpetual November windstorm within minutes;
Now I will never feel autumn the same again.

Here is where God mocked me and
my angels caught me with razorsharp arms
but never once saw me cry;
It's your blood that bleeds from me,
Your fingertips my bruises,
And I wish you had just
let me die.

(2006)