The Chase

I sit and wander on days I ponder:

how the river grew so fast?

The coming forth with ill retort

and all those verbal blasts.

But in my soul this undertow,

quickly pushes in.

From sin to saint, and what you ain't

is shown beyond your skin.

Lay me down for I am there,

so crush me with your words.

Squeeze my brittle heart,

and tare up all of my world.

Throw away my love,

it's as frozen is my soul.

The only peace I see,

is when the ceiling begins to blur.

Wrap me in your guilt.

Spit at me your filth.

A wish for you my dear,

Is that you're stronger than my will.. Run!