with an ocean lost.
biting my tongue, biding my time
waiting for the clock, tick-tock out of mind
It all started with four strays and a locksmith with a debt
dressed for the occasion, and a still summers night it was
when he said to me:
'does this sound like something you'd step to?'
'or I'd throw it to the wind?'
I took the bait and found myself knocking at their door
with dead eyes and a still hand
no words were said
and into the shadows with a black horse they led me in
tuned in for what's next -
I picked the lock and went inside
the stench came first, and then I saw it
bodies spread about the floor
I'm out of depth but I made the choice.
Then he said to me:
'you made the choice and now it's time to join the dead'
with an ocean lost
I should have known to leave that bag of bones
and if I had the choice again, I'd throw his offer to the wind
released December 22, 2014
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