Imperative

There are they that think they run it all

and they that think they cannot fall

the world is cold, let it be told

the world is cold, be not too bold

 

the curtain of heaven in stars is draped

the land of we, a hero uncaped

for those that the veil of sanity escaped

may their mouths be sealed and tightly taped

 

the moment swells like the curve of breasts

upon which the hand gently rests,

the rise and fall of the gentle breaths,

once so violent and now so still:

 

The loss of love, a burden to bear

the lack of love, too much to bear,

for ev'ry scream, for ev'ry salty tear,

my heart does bleed for who I hold dear

 

the music mellows out in dying tunes

of the dead that lie buried in runes,

my mind is done, my life is wasted,

a life bereft, an existence pasted

 

let it not be that eternally I cry

let is not be that my balls do fry

let it not be my eyes that bleed

let it not be that for life I bleed

 

(gsk)©