Tropic of Capricorn

Jarrett Osborn

Can you feel it, in your teeth
It is hiding, smoldering
In the shadows, of your mind
Where there’s smoke there’s surely fire

Are you evil, in disguise
Feel the acid, start to rise
Ever shameful, hide the guilt
Always lapping at the flames you built

Bitter knowledge, took the bite
Somewhat broken, somewhat shy
Find it living down below
Always been there, now you know

Once I took the torch and now I pass it down the line
Callused blistered fingers mark the handshake for all time
Once you broke the china scattered pieces on the ground
I can’t help myself