Saturday, April 21, 2007

When will my wine soaked heart learn that
the fear of uncertainty is steering me
into a haunting corner, wavering
my tomorrow
into dust

I am the song I cannot sing
I am chained to your whims
I am the lesson I cannot learn
I am the hallow cistern
I am the eyes of the dead
I am bound to your might
I am the over-wound clock
I am the sun's last breath
I am the fading dream
Drink, drink, drink my surrender