Nowhere to run tonight, standing by the payphone, thirty-five cents in my hand the dial tone falling freely around the silence of midnight. Strangers watch me, tearstained face all I want is a kind word tonight. I want to stand and scream so they remember my body, bloodied and obscene against the backdrop of a Los Angeles sky tonight. Remember the green eyes turned red pale skin turned blue in the cold strong woman turned trembling girl in the palm of God's hand tonight. Numbers trip through my fingers faces disconnected, only various voices hinged in guilt the "I'm sorry" no one ever spoke. The love I give how I'll never live or I can only hope tonight. I died a while back don't remember when. But then the phone stopped ringing I stopped sleeping and slowly I watched the girl turn woman slowly I watched the day turn night slowly I watched red blood drain slowly I watched eyes cut with pain. I lost myself and everywhere I had to hide. I don't want to talk just want to walk a little farther now hanging on the edge tonight bordering on black-out where is my solace my one safe place God forsaken innocence taken pulsing between tender thighs. There is no end only... (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved