Inimitable Sea - Cloud Rat

Inside my woes creep

Entangling this strange black hole I call my heart

Everything sounds so good to me now:

Hives of honey

Sweet beaded eyes

My strange fixation on your hands

Pulling at my hair, a sea of acid dripping down my oars

Out to sea;

Happy

But it’s cold like a draft

Dressed up, tore down

Twisted bodies fall to the floor

Like slugs in this circle

We are one