This could be a problem.
This could be the case.
This could break my heart.
This may make me race.
This might make the news,
This will draw the line,
but this wont help me through,
coz this just might be mine.

This was one good night.
That's your point of view.
This was just one night,
with this now you are through.

This would be the end.
So you did decide.
Now you walk away,
ruins are left to mine.

And I'm free to just lie down
In cold and wet white grass
Concrete under head
This will never pass.

I can dig deep holes
Make castles out of sand
Waves wont tear them down
but nothing else would stand.
Like nothing ever stays
that has been built on fools,
I am now  but one,
..................................

  And I can scratch bare walls
chip my nails no end
bang head against pink stone
and shout ... ..........
but skin splits by the glass
low swords cut cords now
you think you'll be (pull through) unharmed
and this I can't deny.


06/2012-unfinished