wish i could wade
your sea of sorrow
offer relief
from the rain of pain
present each day
the only promise
of the morrow

how i'd bleed for you
only cut me dear
so it's something
you're used to
these dead ends
burn them down
like the bridges
and begin again

darlin
i can't recall
was it a rise
or did we fall

stuck your stinger
deep into me
crippled and
shaking

frothing at the mouth
hyperventilating
her voice
commanding me

never more
to see
birds soar