Iron Bars, Stolen Candy Bars, And Lies

Does he fail to see the rebellion enshroud him?

I barley recognize the dark figure once my brother

The school has had enough

So has home

An exiled soul searching for solace but finds none 

Only small amounts of pleasure among late night fights 

And 2 AM trips to the back seat

Quiet halls accompany screaming minds

We're all afraid to ask about the calls

But I think we are afraid more of what they will say

It's better to know his heart is still beating, than to know how many times it has stopped 

Dreams flash red and blue 

Not because of fireworks or patriotic parades

Because blue is the color of the cold skin 

And red the color of boldly knuckles

Lips

And puddled streets 

The two together remind me of when he was driven away

It's 2 AM and the local park is lit up with 

Phone screens, I wish I could say

Or perhaps incense

But I know it's the light of a smokier substance

Tonight we made lizards from old beads in the back closet

Each weave an excruciating effort for your shaky hands

I can tell yours from mine

Not by colour

But by the stress cracks each bead carries 

I can't bear to know what causes the tremors

It's better to just call it a night 

And hope a little sleep will reinvigorate a walking corpse 

Your head is full of half empty glasses of patience 

I wish we could fix the kitchen sink

Those glasses need to be filled soon

Before you get stir crazy and kill another opportunity

Or peer

To the boy who can't find acceptance 

To the kid who never gets heard

I hear you 

And I can't sleep