there is a spot in every human heart
a place where the beats start
where a sacred fire burns so hot
that time itself is blazed’n caught
in obsidian; frozen in motion
peace and hope, love and emotion
like glass; such a delicate thing
hasty words become poisonous sting
a crack is all it takes; and it’s easily made
and the smiles and butterflies all fade
nervous fingers scratch, eyes dilate,
tongue meanders, nothing is straight
every touch hurts, each memory burns
every word gravitates, till fate turns…
but sometimes the hope gets chuck
the poor heart is tainted and stuck
its fire is cursed into envy and rage
melting its way through the ribcage
fusing skin into heat resisting armor
wings- easy as the smile of a charmer
bloated cynical phrases carry a bitter wind
flames to melt the soul, to make you blind
claws to destroy others, that’s a dragon’s guilt
and when the fire dies, that’s when you tilt
