Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul

II

Stop. The boat is near. Waiting to take you away from my dreams.

And go. Do not hear every lonely phrase that I scream.

Fall. Do not fear. The tides will bring you back to me.

Drown. But don't die dear, for you're the only thing I see.

Rise. Every time the boat swells up with the waves.

Sink. Every time, from my mouth you hear your name.

And swim. When your broken boat still looks, but doesn't feel the same.

Find. The shore and also find yourself someone to blame.

Don't cry. Not now, nor here where the night can see.

Become dust. That scatters into the smallest hopes that one can be.

Burst. And bind me up in chains that I can't set free.

Know. That all that's not heard doesn't say you need to flee.

Quench. Those thirsts and bleed into the glass that cuts your heart-

Into ribbons and tears your skin, licks your soul and hurts your sounds.

Just bleed. Into the seas till those frothy waves are red.

And speak. Till your throat is dry and your lifeless body lies abed-

Among those thorns and jagged bones and all that's left of humankind.

But no. Don't look behind.

For that is where our devils hide.