Graves At Sea Cirrhosis
remove from me your love and fill your life with needless
things
forget about my fears and turn the clocks backward
my days are growing long...too long
holding back the tears, call the quarters out one by one
self-medication has begun
no relief, no retreat from hopelessness and grief
call the quarters one by one, self medication has begun
the voice of eastern wind speaks with seven silver
tongues
poisoning my mind
looking to the north the earth is swallowing the sky
weakening my being
walking to the west i bleed a slowly flowing stream
deadening my heart
turning southward now staring through the flames
blackening my soul
voices like thunder come life is a symptom
giving up, letting go, is the only way i know
crashing on broken wings, what pleasure failure brings
as my lips pass my final breath
i think of you and welcome death
and for the things i've left undone
for the moon and for the sun
light a fire on sea and sky
and salt the earth where my body may lie
