Bed, Borrow and Steel
What heart have I to show to you?--
[This feckless Autumn night]
I failed to sing a song that's new:
My heart was always trite
I don't know what I'm doing here
Or, why I dream of lust
My mind has been a Home for Fear
Its gears are plagued with rust
When once I failed to feel at all
I drank until I slept
In sullen haze, I still recall:
The way the sirens wept
Since when had I succumbed to Love--
To forge a solemn pledge?
When Push Became A Violent Shove:
They threw me off the edge
Awakened in a cage of steel
I had to then, recall:
I trained myself to never feel
I never did at all...
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