Break

I'll scatter the ashes - as my heart crashes.
The sands will blow like words blowing dust.
This is when you break my name and begin to cry sorry.

In the night turns against one touch and beyond me.
Direction of touch the rain, the direction of the insanity.
This I cry - in the collection of cries (isolation).

The dark drift presents - its charming face.
The haunting revelations that are stacked and misplaced.
The scattering moon of broken minds finally says goodbye.

This is the start of a breaking heart.
The sandstorm blowing in amongst scattered parts.
Killing the sweetness of laughter and wounding an image impaled.


coyright 2010