Jeremy Tucker


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.

Heíll miss again, hopefully, surely.

Blazing fists of righteous might;

exploding stars brighten night.


I pray for death; I pray for love-

for angelís embrace sent from above,

Alone I am; alone I stay.

Iíll miss the light of morrowís 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.