Wash

Break me here now, discarded by my bitter dreams.
Lost on an older shore crawling under sky.

But I'm older now lost to myself – the eldest hand reaches in to end this child.
I'm a wise man now, such a wise man now – repair myself under these pretended waters.

Erosion of mind dragged through the breaking tide
Sand stings my eyes, staining the tears beneath

But I'm older now lost to myself – this elder hand reaches in to revive this child.
I'm a foolish man, such a foolish man – but I promise it will be different next time.

Speaking into the wind a rumbling monotone
It's one of those things isn't it carved in stone
That every consequence initiates through action
Yet my silence is the weapon provoking reaction
Crane my neck to offer you the vein the point to strike
Salt water stains the cut that etches years off my life
Lungs on fire, thrashing impotence a lone voice roars
With pain this final drowning, purifying over.