I drench my skin in salt water,
And arrive at the same lost oasis of souls.
An island surrounded by reef,
A planet surrounded by stars,
And so much empty space.
The anger of wild dogs,
If despair did not leak into my open wounds.
I cover myself in red, and black,
And white,
And I am a ghostly form of pain.
Tears of blood that will not come.
Locked behind cracked and broken walls.
I walk in on my own home,
And have torn it all down.
To hell with all this useless junk.
To hell with all this useless living.
To hell, and back, for my encore.
Tasteless gum and charred skin,
Revisitation on my soul.
I try to throw it at the moon, but it is boomerang.
As I walk in circles around the sun.
To hell! To go? I've already come.
