Without the bond of thinking,

Finding myself parked in the last place I want to be.

Under the illusion, under the influence,

I'd hoped I'd soon piss away.

I could stay behind, failing that I could stay

Lost in this hope all day.

Letting at memories, letting at wrists, fill my hands

Till they fade.



It was my understanding,

That I could've parted this tide in two.

But I just reddened the beech

Now I flow myself empty of all, but you

And I bleed down to the sea.



Brine and blood let me be.