From this pure shore,
that skyline resembles mine
I'm sliced right through,
falling out and separating,
dithering and fading,
opening up so wide
you can see the cogs of rationalism inside
They won't soothe your tired heart
like a mother does a child,
too weak to support your pride
Towers down,
ashes in my sewers,
cats feeding in my gutters,
whatever you once thought of me,
I'm no steel martyr
giving shelter
My skin begins
but cannot define me
Sometimes I need to remind me

©2001