Train 20

Its been taken,lost, buried. Non existent The ashes crushed and grey gather in my palms A faded pretty picture  The sweetest ... Bitter A wisp of memory brushes past Caught by my the strands of coil on my head By the touch of scalp  My heart begins to beat red,pink,orange  Living  Wide eyes  Bones of steel  But as quickly as it came  It return on its journey  Dancing in the glint of the sun  My eyes clinging on  Following into the sun and poured back into my sockets  High bury and Islignton Left with blue and smothered in black  the road of independence awaits  Ice for muscle, sharpened bones the human bleeds Confusion stands behind the yellow line Wisps of memory pass once more A wounding memory  Caresses an iron cheek But Without refuge,it dances again to the sun  The violent heart darkens black  For what are memories in the dark Light blown out by the sigh of the weak  The present serves the grey and strong  Colourless life Hackney central  Dreamless sleep.