burnt the isle in a pause
melt the sand in summer's jaws
the scathing run, un-welcomed blare
sinking hearts begin to tear
layered voices, searing eyes
a shattered broken record flies
turning wide straight through the fire
coming down right to the wire
the frigid wait and sterile hall
holding on before we fall
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 3:19 PM UTC
burnt the isle in a pause
melt the sand in summer's jaws
the scathing run, un-welcomed blare
sinking hearts begin to tear
layered voices, searing eyes
a shattered broken record flies
turning wide straight through the fire
coming down right to the wire
the frigid wait and sterile hall
holding on before we fall