Play Onwards or "Don't take this literally."

I once heard a poet so fragile I wanted to turn her words to glass.
One who thought self destruction was as pretty as a burning skyline.
I told her "A death wish can be so much more exciting than suicide."
We're a 10 speed and acting flat.
How can we ever expect to win this marathon with broken heels?
This relentless fire is a meat hook
And we are hanging on by a turkey-neck and a whim.

She once heard a voice she thought was truth.
Poor thing never thought, never had the chance to think.
Poor delicate fragile poet.
Shattering would be a dream.
Building upon emptiness is a task, I know.
Burring yourself is as addictive as blood.

But the soil, the rich soil.
All life that stems from it, all love.
The soil is life, love.

This would not exist without you.
I am but a humble medium.
Sent to tell the world of your beginning, your end.

Everything will die, given enough space to grow.

xo Charles