Paper Cuts

At feeding time She pushed food through the door And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again A good hosing down Nirvana The lady whom I feel maternal

Vega 4 - Paper Cuts ★ Your Head. Brick wall. Your hands Broken. Tied and burned Beaten. Open wound Weeping. Paper Cuts inside. My mistakes collide. I'm alive. I'm trying. Stop the noise. Quiet. My hands are sore I'm shaking. You asleep Me awake. I'm