Hurtin’ Or Healed

Hollowed face stranger Just who might you be? In the mirror, someone's crying With the same eyes as me I studied his face as He spat in the sink I watched the foam that sizzled slightly Then observed it was pink My weekly dinner Of popcorn and Coke Every Friday, like communion That I took as a joke That tallied the weekends When time had no hands To count the passing of the days spent With no decisions or plans Memories are slippery But I've clung to one Like a shadow hunts the heartbeat Of a man on the run The thin poly film of An envelope pane There in the devil's favorite typeface Is my address and my name Remaining balance The largest sum yet Final notice, printed boldly I'm breathing fast and reading slowly Recalled the names from The badges they wore As they pointed me to follow A yellow line on the floor That ends in the corner To watch the bag drain I taste a coldness as the poison Drags the blood through my veins Why am I programmed To feel like I do? Tell me master, am I broken? Wasn't I built by you? Silence is golden But nothing quite roars Like a sunset reflected In those wild eyes of yours That peak from the blanket And make my skin feel Like it's been dipped into something sacred While the gods held my heels Wilder than the fires That burned on TV The sound was muted, but I could hear it I was the forest and I could feel it Each time you leave me I say it's the last time I Let you cause I'm certain That I'll repeat my past When my check gets delivered And the law gets off my back I can build us a place to call home Until the hope in my soul Is just mine and not something they say that I stole Nothing feels certain I don't know if I'm hurtin' or healed