Suddenly I've found
My lungs lie dormant in a burial ground
Like a Bosnian bloodhound
Inside a woman's vultures eat our heart but not our hide

All within the pause between words

Waiting for you to talk
You're tearing this heart apart
Cardiac arrest waiting for you to talk
Two sides align with arms stretched out
I drew the line between the humble & the proud

As my digits grace the battleground
I sigh I've gasolined myself without a match to light

Forget the literal
Look a little deeper in these words
(heaven, open)

Before you talk
You're tearing my heart apart
Cardiac arrest waiting for you to talk

Potpourri and gasoline
Smells so sweet
Were only fifty feet away, with no brakes
Hand crafted, hand made, a hands destruction, I break