The smoke that holds a voice
Of small and lifeless sounds
Sketched beyond the edge
A heart of lost and found
Erase your hidden face
Blurred and out of focus
And let in the toxic sky
Embrace torn and lifeless lips
Shaken, held and open
Pale and scorched with hope
To breathe a single time
The art of how to ‘cope’
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
The smoke that holds a voice
Of small and lifeless sounds
Sketched beyond the edge
A heart of lost and found
Erase your hidden face
Blurred and out of focus
And let in the toxic sky
Embrace torn and lifeless lips
Shaken, held and open
Pale and scorched with hope
To breathe a single time
The art of how to ‘cope’