Will you make me a promise?
– A lie for you
To never get old.
But always be there.
Stay as strong as you are.
And as weak as me.
Will you make me a promise?
– A gift for me
To be everything I ask.
But more that I don’t.
Prop me up when I stumble.
Even if you fall.
Will you make me a promise?
– A story to tell
Never tell me the truth.
Even if I ask
– A heart to break
Not a single eye,
Could spare an upward glance.
No flesh gently prickled,
In the colourless morning.
The cracks were small.
Tickling the distance.
Routines fulfilled their role,
The most popular dance.
No hair stood to attention,
In the colourless morning.
The cracks they grew,
Grinning, running wildly.
Life meandered slowly,
So easily distracting the living.
No heart revved its beat,
In the colourless morning.
Oh, the cracks are yawning,
Too wide.
So late.
My heart and smile.
Shrink with every
Step you take.
Precious craft
That made my dreams
Unravels at speed.
With each footprint.
That ideal home
Around me.
Withers and cracks.
Falling to the ground.
That shakes.
With me.
As you move
Closer.
Turn the tide.
And trap the river.
Then make the water
Black.
My love.
Keep my secret.
That lies beneath.
Protecting it
Forever from
The drying sun.
And in the heat
Prove your heart
Is mine alone.
Turn the water.
Turn your soul.
Black.
My love.
Around the corner.
A strange situation.
And sat right at its heart,
Was me.
Tied in place.
By a thousand tiny
Black threads.
Flying out to connect.
With all the other people.
Who will become part
Of this.
I cannot help it
But i’m dragging them in
To make the situation
Even more tangled.
You left with a knife
In your heart and
A song in your head.
Humming the tune
To your own demise.
Gratefully numb,
And happily wandering.
Wherever the song
I gave you, and the
Blade you deserved,
Would finally lead you,
To fade on out.
I would sell you the world.
And everything in it.
Though I know
You would destroy it.
In the blink of an evil eye.
You could bid for the sweet life.
Of everyone I have met.
And I would not stop you.
Or even raise a hand.
Yes it’s true.
My heart is yours.
For a price of course.
Experiment all you wish.
Break it in the end.
It bothers me not.
There is nothing I would
Not part with.
For the shine of gold.
Or the love of silver.
For only that cold metal,
Can I bring myself to trust.
He whispered
At midnight.
With the deepest
Of hopes and
Slimmest faith.
That the night
Would hold his secret,
Tight and safe.
Not a gambler.
But a burdened man,
Who had wished
Those words gone,
Away from his lips,
In to the arms of
Sleep and dreams
And so he went.
Toward the morning.
Freedom in his heart.
Lighter in his step.
But always scared
Of the dark.
Nothing can ever
Happen to you.
Except the most
Illuminating life.
I will protect
You at every turn.
Shield you from all.
While you see
Everything and
More.
You will be safe
Exploring, growing
In my contradiction.
My blood is singing,
Its song that makes
My heart cry.
A pounding joy.
Beating, spreading,
To swirl inside
A porcelain skull.
Louder and louder.
Bursting to be free.
Heard in the world,
And understood
In words.
Then it Started 