There are black and white,
Walk into the night,
A blanket set aside,
The only smile; the only light.
There is hope I find,
In the centre of my mind,
A broken wrist wakes,
Briefcase and passion fakes.
My hands are lined,
A pen my heart you signed,
The black button eye,
That baby boy cry.
That window will break,
A stones throw will take,
The depth; the lake,
My grave you make. |