Still Got Ice

Shadow across the floor.
Light beneath the door.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Whole room burning.
Still got ice.
Hands stay open.
Choice stays mine.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Something wants out.
I keep it mine.
Red light sweeps.
Glass turns black.
Low end rolls
Right up my back.
Boot sole sticks.
Shoulders brush.
One wrong look.
Blood comes up.
Jaw locks once.
Eyes go wide.
Whole room shrinks
To the other guy.
Know that feeling.
Know that pull.
How one second
Gets so full.
Tongue finds the chip.
Taste comes through.
Old damage.
Nothing to prove.
Thumb leaves the fist.
Fingers uncurl.
Bass comes back.
So does the world.
Leave a little room.
Let the air come through.
One breath longer.
That's the hardest part.
Leave a little room.
Before the dark.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Whole room burning.
Still got ice.
Hands stay open.
Choice stays mine.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Something wants out.
I keep it mine.
Not this time.
Still got ice.
Not this time.
Rope through a mitten.
Three men in line.
White swallowed distance.
Couldn't see mine.
One hard tug.
Weight went wrong.
Boots left the surface.
Held that arm.
Knees in the crust.
No feeling left.
His whole weight
Across my chest.
That kind of cold
Never quite leaves.
Still checks the knot.
Still counts to three.
Now the lights split.
Same hand grips.
Somebody stumbles.
Catch their wrist.
Set them upright.
Let them breathe.
Loosen the fingers.
Let them leave.
No one notices.
Drums roll through.
Same old hands.
What they can do.
What scares me most.
How good it feels
When doubt goes quiet
And anger steers.
How small the world.
How straight the track.
One step forward.
Years getting back.
Leave a little room.
Leave a little room.
Both hands shaking.
Both still mine.
Not this time.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Whole room burning.
Still got ice.
Hands stay open.
Choice stays mine.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Something wants out.
I keep it mine.
Shadow across the floor.
Light beneath the door.
Turn of the shoulder.
Cold air outside.
Still got ice.
Door falls shut.
Nobody followed.
Not this time.