leviathan

holding hands all in fear, blood and bone shed no tears on my way and i'm falling through, taking time, all untrue with a silver bullet and a golden gun, a broken arrow into the sun an army of you, an army of me, who will win? who will be set free? and neither of us really know every shot from every gun as shapes move slowly through time sit and watch the fire burning chasing time in a flash of heat, walk in mind, open-eyed sleep in a rewording of love in an open book broken lines come unstuck with a lack of lust and a shadow of doubt broken lips open to a pout trace and find those open minds, kiss and tell straight to hell I would be interested in peoples interpretations as to the meaning of this one! I wrote it a couple of years ago and let the words come without having a concious theme. I did decipher it once but have since forgotten!! Thanks!