Understanding I was never a virgin,
And so I had nothing to lose ...
My heart, though able to be broken
Was - considered by me- self-repairing;
I believe in heaven and hell
But like most lovers,
A habit cultivated by time, I cannot leave
A ship with a false bottom
And I am sinking.
You refuse to be concerned with it.
Yet even built sturdy, they are
Susceptible to destruction.
Why so I hesitate? It will only cost me
Losing faith with you.
Mostly blind, yet I know that path-
Heavy doors of aged wood screening
That spot of fate, going between clear wine
And the raw river of tears.
Why do I come over you ask?
I am not a vessel you trust.
I am facing the end of time
And I don’t know what to do.
Oct 14, 2005