Don't Know When by Mark Reveley published on 2019-11-29T17:23:18Z A heavy hand a poker face a group of heating suns They all will come the their end though they don’t know when they don’t know when A plaster cast of faces caught in frozen agony Tarnishes the memory of what has been of what has been Set upon a pedestal your image haunting me Melting shapes into the frost of fading white you carve your name Numbers and a group of letters meaningless to me I memorize their shapes and pretend sounds I make will mean the same A physical reaction to a lying memory Implanted by a race of people always do they call to me Twisting and contorting strain with all my might to see Where could be they have gone but all I have is memory Incantations carried into air they flow beyond The borders that we cling to in our darkest times we carve our names Into the snow fading white and difficult to see But there and if you read aloud the sounds you make will mean the same will mean the same Genre Rock Comment by timnizle 🕺💃🥳 2022-03-19T03:54:19Z Comment by Christopher Tyler nice little wild one) 2019-12-12T22:47:49Z