Jim Carroll - My Ruins / Poem | Текст песни

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Nobody is going to ruin me
If I have to I will ruin myself

I’ve spent too much time
Expended angelic energy
On my own disintegration to hand the contract over
To another now
As if it were
A finished painting
Needing only a signature

You are not going to get to me
You are never going to be with me
As once was

There will always be the poem
I will climb on top of it
And come

In and out of time
Cocking my head to the side slightly
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin

Is not a lie. I’m glad you are at peace,
But every thing you know leads to ruins.

It’s a neat trick
My body rising above the city
Watching the boroughs recede
Into blots of pumice and amber, amethyst

It’s a harder trick
Turning love that’s lost in betrayal into something
Beside bitterness into anything beside this rage

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