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.
Sunday, 23 September 2007
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