poem 3

Obssessed With The Swansong (I Bury You Deep)

In a heartbeat everything fails you,
Falls down around you.

In a blink of an eye - Cave in.
And you're not sure why - Cave in.

So you sing a swansong,
A lament to what you had.
But i bet you're glad,
That you still had me.

Wrapped deep down dark,
right under your skin.
Though your not sure,
whose skin you're in.

I've drowned below the surface,
oh so one hundred times.
I've scratched beneath the ice,
colder than a thousand lies.

But the scars' are not pretty,
They're never pretty at all.
And the stars gave up shining,
Long shattered pride before the fall.

M.Hewitt 22/02/10