Threshold

I'm bleeding and holding cracked a cracked skull,
Dancing among the slings and arrows of the technologic landscape,
Where babies wail and their mothers hide behind their scripted realities.
Yes, I am bleeding and holding a cracked skull,
Navigating around oceans and rivers of fathers who just got a little too angry,
Brothers who were just playing little jokes,
and Lover's whose eyes were just a little glazed by alcoholic nightmares.
Between the screaming,
The crying,
All those babies dying,
The hungry,
The poor,
The pregnant sixteen year old with her methadone script,
I am bleeding and holding a cracked skull.
Of the dream I could have had,
If I was in the world I wish I was,
And the woman I should be.

So if you could,
With all the kindness in your heart,
Shut the fuck up,
And just cross the threshold with me.
Cause babies are crying,
Mothers are dying,
The old man on the corner has nothing to eat,
And selling sex is how the Cheerleader gets a place to sleep.
Cause I am bleeding, and holding a cracked skull,
So I think you have earned the responsibility,
To cross the threshold with me.