Like a million red nail painted dye-cast fingers
That push against my surface
Poking through like summer heat
Warm water
Reflecting back moonlight by night

Wind pushing her open back
Back Northward
And home

Only wanting to die
You sit back on your throne

Back to the wolves and road
Leaves falling and all that ****

Killed like my mother
Blood on the bathroom mirror

Ten dead smiles reaching ear to ear
Breathing in and out only smoke

After awhile
You start to drift
To any little town
That has a minute of music
And cold drinks

I plotted my revenge
Fingers round a dagger curled
Ruby hilt salvation
Paper white hips
Hearing a herd of elephants
Criss-cross by the sea

On the drunk lips of sailors
Truth is always spat

I don't want to weep for you

You have locked yourself in the glass tower
Up in the air
Where everyone watched you
Mourn your lover