You are a collision of horizontal lines,
a vision of the street light through the blinds
When you lock the door, I wince at your hand
I watch your arm twist
and your knuckles bend
I wish I could shut your malicious mouth
before you say, "I'm gonna hold you,
I'm gonna hold you down"

I am a division of fear and need
A war is going on within me
Take me on again up against the wall
Pick up where we left off
or pick up the crop
What goes on in this room is entirely up to you
Just hold me
and hold me down

©2001