The sea is calm tonight The high tide reaches the ego Memoir The old moon rises above The horizon A lighting beam burns her skin A deafening sound Dragging around Like bugs Rejoicing I desired the art Of the lines drawn around the earth No one to care or to dream about Awake in desire of being the one The one who was never alone As a drenched drowned being Of someone who's gone I hang numb as a bending flower The inverted man Craving Just hold me tight While spilling the lost conscience She always seemed so bright Carrying the teardrops of faith Of human misery Sticks were held like wands Stones thrown as in war We built dens that we call our home Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight Shame on the truth, I light my reflection An image roars Through thy empty walls Desolation descends to answer the call Succumbing the earth's shore Boldness, compunction and death I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar The rasping sound of pebbles The waves drawing back But they will never stand behind The sea is calm tonight The high tide reaches the ego A lighting beam burns her skin Memoir