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Heart Towards the Sky
A fluent certain somebody clutches at his heart
Frantic to imprison it as it departs
It flutters and whimpers, eventually free
Rising to the skyway from the powers that be
Now on the ground, the owner's turning grey
With his chest so empty his colors start to stray
His soul in his briefcase and his head in a shroud
With a wallet full of inconsistency he turned from the crowd
He marched without a beat towards an alley far from home
He was desperate, he was solemn, he was righteous and alone
Pristine leather kicks with a suit made of black
With dull glass eyes that would tumble and crack
It was dim beside the office and wreaked of gasoline
His vomit tasted like hot coffee with sugar in between
There were links in his cuffs that bit at his wrists
Yet nothing would fall from the holes in his skin
Some small bits of blood misted from above
Falling from the heart with the wings of a dove
The man with no complexion raised up his gaze
To watch the horizon swallow his restraints
And as everything he was fell out of sight
Through his hollow chest went the blade of a knife
And he fell and he curled and then he turned to stone
The shame picked from his pockets as he lay all alone
With his mouth agape, in a heap on concrete
A street tragic gargoyle sat for eternity
And all those surrounding would just point and shout
As the center of his chest was at peace with the clouds.
