The Tides - Down

Over The Under

The Tides

Setting sail

From a crushed rooftop

Fathoms deep

Shallow as a raindrop

Attempt to feel

20/20 now

React like gasoline

Cornered by a house fire

You can’t come clean beneath the tides of the washout

Beneath the tides of the washout

Cut from the filthy cloth

A sucking wound left

In our chest

Being burned around the heart

The boil under your flesh

Hidden at home

Chasing a tucked tail now

Acting on the instinct

Of self haphazard yet

You can’t come clean beneath the tides of the washout

Beneath the tides of the washout

The shaving down

In milligrams

With a gun in your hand

Directionless

Memories

Of combat on your head

Rain can’t soak what is not there…

The first thrill

Demands another

Consequence

The trigger of the operative

Playing Russian roulette with a full chamber

Miserable out come

One and the same

You can’t come clean beneath the tides of the washout

Beneath the tides of the washout