the flame inside that doesn't die
the needle piercing ear and eye
the blood that flows where no-one knows
the secrets given to the sky
the shame untold of natural cause
the pain we hold of broken laws
the lies we tell and tell so well
the wicked truth behind closed doors
desire mutates and turns to gold
imagined only - not to hold
in fleeting glances, shadow dances
dreams unbound but not so bold
if all that we could tell was true
if all we had and all we knew
was stripped and clean of all we've seen
then maybe - i could rescue you
Errors of Judgement by Wayne Myers