Song of a cry

I feel flames of fire on my cheeks

I lick the tears upon my lips

Erase the thorns upon my head

My chest free from the spike of lead

Thus my heart torn from that chest

Theres as much beauty in the grothesque

As stars that flaw the sky

So I let darkness crown my cry

And I cry

“How much water

lies in a rose of fire?”

You whisper

“As much as there is

in man´s nature desire”

But if that´s what it takes

To burn down such passion

Then morbidity should not be tamed

By such a smple distraction

So then

Why is the world what it´s become?

And why is there any mercy to come?

And why´s the dark a piece of card?

But my lip just bleeds as I bite down hard

So I let it be in my black deep lawn

And share it only with you until the dawn

IHG