Saline

The storm waves
Shelter the form
Of one
Suffering wounds
From my fatal charms
Stuck in this womb
No way
I can explain
I’m crazy
Naked in the light
Shaking the moon
Sit around
Prey
Hunting for home
Inside this mind
I’m tearing down
All that I’ve found
Yet my heart is true
Foetal is the pull
As I suffer in my wounds
Suffer
You I wound
I still mutter
I croon
Suffered like a wound
A rip in the night
Like the heathen bride
I suffer
My pride
Why do you suffer
Suffer me at all
Or is that you hide
All the tears you cry
When naught I do suffices

© 2006, Mosquitobyte