The sun has gone down now
There is a blood red moon.
For what it’s worth
I wish to be back soon
Out of the shadows
Where the wild ones wept
Screaming and scratching
Forever digging the hard ground
Where their bones were kept.
The dust in the air now
Across the river Styx
I will be bound in a brightness
Or stuck burning my fix.
A fin floats on the surface
Black ripples reflecting the moon
Like small hills in the distance
I’ll be back soon
But I’m lost in the moment
I’m fishing again
Looking for life under water
My cries lost in the wind.