• Construction is a word,
    To rebuild that which we have lost,
    Destruction is the search,
    To find beauty in the broken things,

    Corrupt a smile slowly,
    Let innocence fade from ignorance,
    Cripple fingers harshly,
    And hear the snap of bone on cement,

    Because I like you best,
    When you are bleak and broken,
    When lying there in your blood,
    Visions of repentence in your eyes,

    Because if you can't breath,
    And your crippled legs no longer walk,
    Then you won't reach to me,
    And I won't have to take your hand.