Keep mouth in locked box shut
Throw time to the tide to wash
It’s precious when you know what to say
If it’s fire that burns
What is it, flames my mind
What is it that scorches my heart
With loves bitter rebound broken
Frost biten to the bone
Third-degree burn
Closed, it tows my line into the furnace
Yelled about betrayal in a flash
Iced over again, again
Isn’t it precious to know what I’m meaning
Teaming in blind, light solids
Enclosed to claustrophobic depths
Six feet above the six foot grave
At the ground level of the birds
Last resting knoll
It’s precious to know I know you know what I do not know
It’s harsh target missed is hit
Aimed at the core borne fruit
What is it that caused this death twitched fit
Isn’t it precious to read this shit