Have you been to the shore
To no mans land
In the early hours
On the wet grey sand

From the war of the soul
Have you staggered alone
Holding your guts
Shot through ribs, heart and lung

Every pump of your heart
Every rasping breath
A new stab of pain
One step closer to death

The loyal black hound
So soft and warm
Trots along at your heal
Rocks torn by the storm

Look down at the wounds
No soul could survive
One step off the cliff
A release from this life

Pebbles crash with each wave
Eroding to sand
Empty shells thrown up
Washed up mother land

A hare starts up
And turns to flee
And turns and turns
But it's hard to see

The hound takes chase
Over hill dale and drain
As swift as a bird
She's gone from her chain

The arrows torn out
Blood gulping and gasping
Flows out in torrents
Waves everlasting

But it trickles and slows
All energy spent
And the sun hits the rocks
And the tide it relents