Tom Wood

Taste of Tin

 

Can I really hear the sound,

Of my heart breaking?

Is it bad I hit the ground,

Hoping my pain will be found,

No more this false smile making?

 

Can I really taste the longing,

In the salt of my skin?

All my wounds are badly throbbing,

There seems to be no sign of stopping,

To this terrible taste of tin

 

Can I really feel the pain,

Of a knife inviting blood?

So numb, there is no gain,

No happiness can I obtain,

Until I, at least, try to refrain

My actions ignored, the tears flood

 

But I can truly cry no more

For I am out of tears

I\'ve hit the floor

Bleeding from every pore

Amusement to my fears