Consistancy Blowing Through Ash Poem by Moth Harris

Your heart is warm but like them all
We fail to precieve that if we let it catch fire
Then we will fall, and be left with the ash,
where our hearts used to be.

So please don't cough any time soon
Don't let the dark dust everwhelm your mind
A dark thought seems to loom
As I watch the sands of time

Consistancy is what we need
A stable level to call our own
Where our hearts don't bleed
and we are not alone.