Iconography Of Pain

I scout holes in peopleHoles that can't be filledI sense your broken spiritThat will never be healedYou are still waitingFor your greatest day to comeIn this rough world out hereWhere people when they get from youWhat they can get from youThey get mean with youShaped by accidentWe all carry storiesOf accidental painDeeply encoded imagesWe flash elimaticallyAnd forget right afterSee me as a private collectorWilling to add to his galleryIt will be a private viewingOf your personal iconography of painI'll keep a part of you with meBut take your dawn away in return