Beautiful crime :: 2005-10-07
Beautiful Crime
I content myself
Along the edges of a beautiful crime
I used to hate
Picking up stones along the road
I took the long way around
And got back to the start
The point where it drifted out of reach
At the center
There was the lake we used to share
Thick, black, shallow
I cannot swim to you anymore
So I content myself
Along the edges of a beautiful crime
I used to hate
The path gets narrower as I move along
It seems the road to you ends here
In the shadow of a tree
I carved your name on the wood
A living monument
To the day you hold