Suddenly I've found   My lungs lie dormant in a burial ground   Like a Bosnian bloodhound   Inside a woman's vultures eat our heart but not our hide      All within the pause between words      Waiting for you to talk   You're tearing this heart apart   Cardiac arrest waiting for you to talk   Two sides align with arms stretched out   I drew the line between the humble & the proud      As my digits grace the battleground   I sigh I've gasolined myself without a match to light      Forget the literal   Look a little deeper in these words   (heaven, open)      Before you talk   You're tearing my heart apart   Cardiac arrest waiting for you to talk      Potpourri and gasoline   Smells so sweet   Were only fifty feet away, with no brakes   Hand crafted, hand made, a hands destruction, I break