HEAVY WORDS

a mouthful of blades

the ringing in my ear tastes the same

it’s not a big surprise

I’m fire, you’re almost ice

 

I shed my shielding fur

you’re wearing heavy words

 

dripping from the walls, falling from the ceiling

is it a premonition or is it just a feeling?

my face is dull, my heart is colder

dead little children clinging to my shoulder

 

it’s alright

those I like

 

I shed my shielding fur

you’re wearing heavy words

but those are right

those I like

 

is it all over now?

the curtain falls down

it’s not a big surprise

I’m fire, you’re almost ice