Amid the frowning forest and glare of faces,
That belch the hope into the man-made casket -
A house stands as fragile as the basket -
Pale and worn out of all the races.
Pounding and bleeding, heart remains within the stone.
Walls around the chamber choke the greedy cold,
Entoumbed in the cascet that reeks of mold,
Beat by the beat it still pounds alone.
Along with hero, descendant of fire and aces,
Who found new home in this place, glued by four walls
With warmest of chimneys and sunshine crawls,
He is in one of many mazes.
Not a day passed by that she would not think of him,
He saw her clearer, her spirit trapped in his palm
But they were divided by reckless charm
And yet both wanted to share this vim.
And so he sends her a letter, all red in stripes,
Inviting her to his place, dimmed by the lights.
He longs for her kiss, she longs for the nights
Away from the city and love bribes.
The letter walks onto the train, carrying magic
Of the unspoken words and loving magnets,
Then she steps along and fills the fragments
Of the moments that felt once tragic.
She lands onto the clouds of softness; as she looks
Through the window, glazed by salty mountain tips,
She can't withstand the distance with dry lips,
While stars sing melody, hung from hooks.
The horizon throws away the clouds, soaking dry,
The ground shakes, undoing rusty nails
And train begins to melt the snowy rails,
That only lead to deafening cry...
...
A day goes by, week flies, months are rushing by, as
His heart is encased in hollow shell of ice,
Whilst faces haunt him, ever growing vice,
Taking all away from all he has.
She became distance with miles stretching her face,
Mistakenly boarded, she took the wrong train...
Drifting away, with no tears left to drain
There is nothing but faith to erase.
Slowly road loses its sense and ties into loop
Time ticking with hours, with sawblade on other end.
Wait is maddening and tireless to mend.
This is the impasse where she will droop.
...
He rots into the chair, with shadows stealing air,
His lungs are filled with shrink of hope, still waiting,
Hopelessly he craves for rain, so grating
To melt away the winter's dull glare.
Here is where the jail becomes the freedom bearer,
Tightened by rope over the throat of despair,
Hanging in, dripping its juice of the scare
You're locked blind and deafeaned from terror.
You're locked blind and deafeaned from terror...!
