Can you hear my heart
Does the tidal flow of blood
within my being have effect?
No, the inevitable answer echoes.
Why must I be so foolish?
won't answer me when I call its name.
It won't accuse me or hold me to blame,
but I know the truth, and so do you.
I can smell the guilt
, the scent of accusation.
The wind whispers forget, forget
Go ahead, demand the impossible.Time
is againt me, eraser of all things.
Keep your slow hands away from my memories.
Why must this torture
feeding the damned birds.
Never again to know peace
this side of forgiveness.