| The Heart Will Die As Well |
A strange sort of tension
hangs in the air-
and seems say that
thoughts should be worth
more than just a penny today...
But there will be no answer today-
you've already given all
the honest ones away.
Though it is now too late
to turn away from this curious dance.
And every word that fails
before I speak-
falls to the floor...
this dead weight
leaves little cause
to justify my curiosity.
I begin to think of running away.
They say, the North
is nice this time of year
and I can almost recall
the sharp salt scent
of the cold sea air-
There, beneath the fields
of ice and snow - I see
where two truths meet
and crumble the foundation
of our badly written history. |