Herd me to inaction
I could never summon ways to face the facts when
I am but a slave to waves of passion
Submerge me past my lackings
That manifest as fiends, deafen with clanging
Bring me to my knees, I breathe in patterns
Weave relief and scatter peace
Shattered windows on a building buried deep
Shards drawn to my spine, inside is me
Unsteady grip on leased keys
Darkest off my vice, I've tried to be
Weakness is the price, don't fight with me
Red round my feet
Step in the rain, nostrils dripping from the heat
Spend a minute panicked as it seeps
Fresh out a fluster, tend to roll my weed
To quell the beast that churns my stomach, makes me weak
Cheek toward the wretched
Just shy of a mention
Lie in a pile, too tired for extension
My harbour will beckon
My harbour will beckon
Harbour greed, marred by my humanity
When my father had to catch a fish to eat
Miss me ‘less you’ve been condemned to be
Sedate myself to venture past my reach