Its something different over the sea
And deep beneath the roots of the trees
Not a smell or current in the air waves
A feeling in your bones that cries
Everything that isn’t in your blood stream
The dream that hides under your bed
And the ghost that lives in the wall
You are a sense of clarity
And suddenly her face is changing
*~W.C.

The sharks swimming around our feet
Never bothered us while we wasted time
Throwing blood bags into the ocean
I always thought if I created another catastrophe
You’d circle above my head again
More like a vulture than an angel
But my wrists have always been too frail
And you never cared that much
*~W.C.