VIII "The Crossbow"

Fallen a victim when I am alone

That is when the line is thin

I feel so lonely, empty and cold

But the levee had to break in

 

Why does the world make more sense

When words are endless lights of pain

Why do I lose control when I'm around you

Like a one-legged dog's hopeless race

 

Foggy as the darkened grey skies

Running with blooded disease on the boat

How can I drown in a tide

When I am already at the shore

 

I have lost my will at sea

Sickness strikes with an arrow

On the side of the oldest palm tree

There he still sits, The Widow

 

The last soul standing flew away

Leaving me with a crossbow

Altering, spinning, flowing astray

I am aiming for the undertow

 

Where does the crossbow land?

Staggering, sinking, reeling

The fish to the lowest sands

There my thoughts are concealing

 

A perfect hiding spot, where I am revealing

Darkest secrets serpents sought

In the eyes of the prophets dreaming

The sharks watching their dreadful thoughts

 

Perfect pleasure I do despair

The grains of sand fly everywhere

I cannot share the truth I dare

Remove this bow from my own nightmare