I crown myself in moldy gray
and black and blue from day-to-day.
I sit and weep and cry in pain;
alarms go off, but all stays the same.
Again he comes, with raging fury.
He’ll miss again, hopefully, surely.
Blazing fists of righteous might;
exploding stars brighten night.
I pray for death; I pray for love-
for angel’s embrace sent from above,
Alone I am; alone I stay.
I’ll miss the light of morrow’s day.
With running waters and lights turned low
I play my arm like violin bow.
Razors cut deep and darkness comes.
My first embrace, it takes me home.