What thirst

Sweet

Waterfall

Down my tongue

Water falls…

 

Drawn to your taste,

I am drowning in thousands

Wicked witch

you’ve folded

Were beneath my feet, now you’re the world I breathe.

 

Sick, my dear wife

Just how winds have woven

Through more and more of your napes and they’re breeding wounds.

Have you been down,

In their depths you’ve crawled?

In my deep deep hollows…

 

I know

It’s no place you’d want.

They whisper with your wallows

together with all,

I saw

The bowels of Earth

will not satisfy you.

 

You rest, trapped in my walls.

I’d never blow you away.

 

Wild one, try to linger and

 

me praying ought not to dry you up,

Lord’s messed up more than I did.

 

You and me always bask in sin.