Wretched
Tattered from where we come
Wretched
Tattered from where we come
Crawling
Out of the sea we come
Crawling
Out of the sea we come
With its own flesh and muscle
The body creates its art
Pain in forward motion
Body creates its art
Wrents in the skull where fissures
Seam and dart
Metal slicing open
Pennied seams that part
Shivering stillness
Beads on cold blue skin
Last of the motion
Pendular, clicking the ribs
A child's diorama,
Painful squirts that rip
That rip
That rip
That rip
That rip
Out of the sea
Towards death we crawl
Out of the sea
Towards death we crawl
Out of the sea
Towards death we crawl
Out of the sea
Towards death we crawl
Wretched
Wretched
Out of the sea towards death we crawl
Wretched
Out of the sea towards death we crawl
Wretched