Rot

 

Twisting in and on myself,
A cold length of gut wrung out.
Dust a memory off the shelf.
I run away, I kick and shout.

 

Anger melts the coldest hearts
Into a river of blood that flows
Into the sea, and then it starts
All over again, yet no one knows.

 

Wrench my soul from my frame,
Bear me off to face my fate.
Forged golden through ice and flame,
I feel my burden, its heavy weight.

 

Spirit wounded, broken now,
Promises return of life to me.
I know not why, nor when, nor how,
As I sail on, to reddened sea.