12:53

12:53 am

Beautiful woman whose name is Cancer,
Why does your face pervade the senses?
In my mind you are a dancer –
Now balance upon shaky fences.

Speak not with tongue of silver
Prey not on trusting love
In their minds men have killed her –
The woman, the soiled dove

Yet in my mind she wears her mask
Her sideshow act goes on
Will she stay if I ask?
Would that be so wrong?

Questions can be asked forever
But no answers can be drawn
For in this act there is another
With love like languished dawn

Forget her

No hope

Sting