Do You Really Think You Can Save Me

about 1994 - now entering the dark years

My sweetness fermented to vinegar

don't drink it.

My hands are shooting the gun

don't stand in front of me.

My soul is on fire

don't touch it.

My senses are drowning

beware of the waves.

Do you really think you can save me?

My understanding is standing

under the command of my rage.

My kindness has retired

don't walk in my love of the other day.

 

Returning to the sea

returning

turning my back on the dry land

on an island again.

I hear you call my name

in the surge of incoming waves

from the freedom behind the ocean

of sunken ships.

A sailor's cap is drifting

to the shoreline

of his grave.

Do you really think you can save me?