lunes, 4 de enero de 2016

Neptune (What Remains Pt. II)

There's an ocean behind my eyes
A rusty latch holds the door shut
Barely closed, the fishes peak out
A scorpion's tail has poked holes through it
As Neptune vows to flung it open
It overflows and pours all on me

Skin of cotton, fingers pruning
Pores that stay moist
Pools are forming
under my feet, all is wet

In the winter, I am slipping
Spring and autumn, it's now mud
There's diseases, dirt and sinning
Summertime; through vapor, blood
Heavy clouds then form above me
and a pact with Neptune's made
To begin a whole new cycle
Of old water that remains

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