The heart beats
Beats faster than my thoughts
These thoughts are crimson
Crimson red
Red as her lips
Lips that kiss tired eyes
Eyes that have seen truth
Truth ripped apart and bare
Bare as that which trembles
Trembles in the womb
The womb is a tomb
A tomb of dreams put to sleep
Sleeping with legs wide open
Open up and bloom
Bloom even in the cold winds
Winds of change
Change the heart beat
Beat is slower than now
Now is where we are
Are we really here?
