Becoming Bryn - Augie March

I dreamt I got a snakebite

Just a dream but upon waking up my head felt light

My arm felt tight

Where the serpent struck

A mark so faintly

There upon me

With very little warning the end

And if you think that I’m becoming the worst I can become

You’ve got another thing coming baby

I’ve a few tricks up my dirty white sleeve

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Run run run run run

I see that you’ve got well made hands

You’re well put together

You smell like apples

Taste like the sea

And in your nature

A full set of vigors

I have a vision of you ripely

Hanging from the tree

Swinging in the orchard breeze

And though nobody wants a part of the ritual

You could at least keep me an honest vigil

And if you see me rising up through the floor

With unblinking eyes

Run run run run run

Run run run run run

I lie awake tonight

It’s weight upon my chest

Smell of the well

Upon the unwell

Voice from the dark water

I don’t recognise it

There’s a thing that I must do

A question I should ask

Who are you, why do you come for me?

Who are you, why do you come for me?

Who are you, why do you come for me?

O nobody wants a part of the ritual

You could at least keep me an honest vigil

And if you see me coming out the door

With a bloody hand

Run run run run run

And if you see me rising up through the floor

With unblinking eyes

Run run run run run

Run run run run run

Run run run run run