They are on their way back To rip away the last bit The last remaining flesh Around the muscle around The veins entwined in them
Chaos turns every which way Under and around the bones That I’ve broken for time to find The most important treasure Inside my chest, behind the curtains Of hollow homes
Every mother must scream out In the vile veil of the dark night As the father slips away and Pleases his own delight
Curses, curses, curses!
I hate the eyes in my head They see and seal the images Burnt out and carried in Ships now shipwrecked in The most peaceful place in my mind
I tried to fight it down But the ocean just wouldn’t swallow The irreplaceable hole in my heart
Is this how life will always be? With only but two pages left To complete the message to you Make that one set in
Does this mean that I am Only one page from death?