Grain of Salt

Over my shoulder,
I toss for luck,
my geometric home,
but life still sucks.

This perfect cube,
in which I'm trapped,
in which I live,
this life of crap.

My mouth draws shut,
as I lick the walls,
I take everything,
with a grain of salt.

Grain of salt,
in all my food,
it's all my fault,
always my fault.

This cubical home,
covers the earth,
in every person,
in every inch of dirt.

Grain of salt,
it's in my sweat,
in my tears,
day after day,
year after year.

Grain of salt,
sickening to the taste,
as my body falls apart,
as my body goes to waste.

This grain of salt,
it's killing me,
I'd rather eat chalk,
I can not flee.

Stop screwing around with me,
I'd rather go quick,
I'll give you the knife,
my heart you can prick.

Grain of salt,
trapped within geometric home,
I wish things were different,
I wish I were gone...

Grain of salt,
stop following me,
grains of salt,
everywhere I see.

Salt of the earth,
I wretch in pain,
everything to loose,
nothing to gain....


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