Sunday, 23 September 2007

Repaired

It was just as I thought it would be
Pinned pictures against the wall
A vapour trail haunts the hall

My perception was in between
My creation - a severed dream
And a love of life - something inspiring

And now I see her in the car
Instead of screaming out the dawn
Taking flame to the picture board

And it breaks the scenes I'd hoped for
As I try to stop myself assuming
Things I try to stop the self-consuming

Much dust has settled
But the cracks are not repaired

A spotlight chases
And it finds me unprepared

My heartbeat races
While I act like I'm not scared

Nothing is said, nothing is repaired.