My mood is much darker than fear. Its older than anger, its infant and primal. Its bubbly and grotesque. Its in between what I know. . And so I ask. .
See the bloody faces lifted to the sky. Do you want to run to a future left behind?. I remember asking why, there lies aggression. Separation where there should be love.
Bottom of the ocean is where we met. I can almost smell the smells. In this circle of remembrance. The sea has opened wide. . Hold true, hold true to the legend sent.
What is that you said. Gotta whistle in the wind yea go down go down go down. Fear for me and I will fear for you, fear, fear. Fear whistles in the wind as I go down.