DEAD BEAT HEART...

The Cello of your dead beat heart 

The exorcism in the dark 

The bone the blood the soul that yearns 

The picture perfect girl that burns 

The Xrays that desires a flaw

A broken bone for Dogs to gnaw....

Gnawing at your soul......

The soul that yearns...

This anchor holds the ship in place 

While misconception on your face 

Sinks vessels gone without a trace

and those denied all cried....

Our speeding love crashed gently here 

For tears would wipe away all fear,
Still stalling into second gear

When everything has Died....

(c) Helena C Carta