Beneath The Tides

Setting sail
from a crushed rooftop
fathoms deep
shallow as a raindrop
attempts to feel
20/20 now
react like gasoline
cornered by a house fire

You can't come clean
beneath the tides of the washout

Cut from the filthy cloth
a sucking wound left in our chest
being burned around the heart
the boil under your flesh
hidden at home
chasing a tucked tail now
acting on the instinct
of self haphazard yet

You can't come clean
beneath the tides of the washout

THE  SHAVING  DOWN
IN  MILLIGRAMS
WITH   GUN  IN  YOUR  HAND
DIRECTIONLESS
MEMORIES
OF  COMBAT  ON  YOUR  HEAD
RAIN  CAN`T  SOAK  WHAT  IS  NOT  THERE …