Eternal Magnet

Shards of iron, sharp and small Come fly towards me, one and all So I hold them in my heart As a shelter and a magnet Like a liver stuffed with gin Unable to purge the tragic But who will heal the healer's open wound? To build the builder's dusty tomb? An iron shackle on a prisoner All the links look so similar After endless years of shielding them And harming those who would listen An endless stream of iron and rust Come and grip it now; my effigy of the just Vent your trauma and don't hold back I can hear what your story lacks A receptacle of sin From yourself and another Throw it all upon the pile And let me serve as your mother So shove a rusty knife into this wound Tear it wide and let it bloom Plant your bleeding seeds inside of me Take a nap under the resulting tree Chop it down when you awake I'm your soil, so go and take And when all seems fine and you're pain free Go and salt the earth so nothing grows from me