He sits in a dark corner of my heart
Waiting for the silver lined clouds to cry
Paradox of steaming ice water to die
Finding a path in the twisted veins of life
Not looking for shadows of hope in lights
Solving the spiral avenues of this isolated fight
He believes in the dark corner of my heart
Twisted
For someone to light a candle
And whisper a word in his deaf ears
To unravel his scrambled arms
And drink the salt of his fears
He grieves in the dark corners of my heart
Brilliant death of his heart, death of his name
Slamming back against the walls, breaking bones
Insane
She observes from the silent corners of my heart
Thinking, “Insane”
Absorbing the aroma of still dying flowers
On stage this infinite game
Ignoring the sting of his arrogant eyes
Describing the depth of his smiling lies
She recoils silently
From the silent corners of my heart
