Your Curse, a poem by Ash

I can breathe in the poison and Baton down the hatches
I can spark up the butane or strike all the matches
I can go through all the highs and lows like hills
Or swallow all the capsules and drink all the pills
I can buy all the dime bags and spark up the bongs
And I can write all these fucking poems and sing all these songs
But no matter what I do or how I choose to see
My mind won't stay off of you and my thoughts won't let me be
I can rip open all the holes and tear down all these walls
I can paint all these mental pictures and run screaming through their halls
I can turn up the heat and torch all these memories
Or I can lock them outside and leave them to freeze
But I can never heal all the pain that you cause
No amount of chemicals or length of gauze
Can repair all the damage that you left inside
You broke all my words and left me tongue tied
But I'll never let it show, not even for a minute
Cause it was always a rigged game with no way to win it
You've hurt me bad I must admit
And I'm not sure I'll ever get over it
But I'll try to move on and put it behind me
And get rid of your curse and finally be free