was he to die?

Was he to die?

I heard him say

Was he to survive...

I meant to kiss his 

Atrophied, evaporating heart 

Who was I?

Next to a corpse

Of today's good cause

White as a mineral

As a cloth of baby's sob

In the coffin

Struggling and struggling

Like a puffin 

In a human trapping 

Who were you

Who blames who

Colonies, vermin

You conquered first

And not third

That is the gold

With which you flirt 

Was she to die?

Align your askew 

Twisted mind

Do not ask me how

Is an obtuse angle right?

Your truth is certainly

Not mine

Reviews

[Chris]

A relationship's end (if it ever really was to begin) leaves a taste behind, almost an echo that continually reminds of a could-have-been. Player's haven't changed through the times - just their victims.