Brio

A basic of heart
Speaks up there
Until you play in the darkness there
Until I claim a disease for it
Into my hollow shell
I can speak for myself
When you came in the dark
I could dig so deeper then
«You can blame yourself»
I grinned to my chest
A basic of heart
Speaks up there
A light still dividing in sleep
And I could decide what it seems
My reflex so special there
My tears for the best of it
My golden year pains break
Kept in size of the shame
Moments flake with the sound
Of the staircase rain
If I wasn’t such a child
You know I wouldn’t be polite
No thread
No sin drowned
No soft debates
I’d never look back again
And lights still dividing in sleep
And I could decide what it seems
My reflex so special there
My tears for the best of it
Until you play in the darkness there
Until I claim a disease for it
Until you play in the dark of it
Until I blame a disease for it
Into my hollow shell
I can speak for myself