No Farseers
Because
tonight,
i'll lack the pen
to
yell what i feel at those
who'll listen.
The past surrounds me
and i move
with it
to darker days.
And the music will ring out and take me back,
to lesser days of lesser pains and
running ink.
I'm no killer, but to be an arson would
be fun.
Can't i watch sparks fly without getting burned?
But
boys who play with fire
often leave with hands
full of ashes.
Children learn not to touch the stove, but i
guess we aren't children.
Those kindergarten songs burned
with the bridges we crossed,
wood burns faster than blood,
so we'll build on that and sink to
our waists,
but
still breathe.
Barely can
one ever swim, but it
only gets deeper.
So wait an hour
or a year, find your heart, cry my dear
in the crimson waters.
We'll wade together
but
i'll wait if you
want.
I'll pour the amber liquid and light the match.
I'll burn down this town to find you.
For i can burn the words, but never the persons.
For this is the song, oh this is the song of Free Arsons.
