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.