Between a Needle and a Hard Case

There's a pin prick at the back of my neck

Like a sword that couldn't go in

Waiting there on its tip

To destroy me

And spill my soul out onto the floor

I can feel it

But am unable to move

A stark drab and fortitude of bricks lay before me

Delaying my progress

And I unable to push away

Lest the sword pierce my skin

And like I said once before

My soul will spill out onto the floor

I'm contemplating life

As one usually does

Seeing the thousand figures passing by

Like slides of photographs

At the movie show

When put together make the illusion of movement

But I am very much standing still

Its a scary thing to be caught in a trap

Thinking on all the things and where there at

Debating the lasting impressions

That you placed on the last impersonal people you met

Or the ones who met the world to you

Feeling your feet getting sore on the ground

Imagining just stepping back

And watching it all spill out,

Your soul,

Onto the floor.

But you breathe, as I was trying

And you try to make it calm

You try to keep your chest from heaving

And your feet from shaking

And your standing from leaving

But you know that its not perfect

The pin prick isn't pleasant

And wetness trickles down the neckline of your shirt

You know its blood and you know its your own

And all this time you never asked who was holding the knife

Your shirt grows cold, as mine did

Damp and red - you imagine

Sending unwanted shivers up and down

Your ever so askew spine

There's so many questions to ask

So many answers to try to obtain

In a way though i won't get any

That's rather obvious I'd think

Somewhere along the way

As the movie shows play

I feel a glimpse of a solution

Like I know who and I know what

That I somehow deserve this

That I inserted the weapon in the fist

Still I languish my life

feeling anguish and strife

Feeling like its not going to end so well

But i never hurt a fly

Well I have, that's a lie

But in the grandest scheme of things 

I'm a giant not an ant

A gentle man in the guise of a brute

Against the subtle backdrop

Of heartache.