WHOLE
Every time I say goodbye. I let the memory slide,
could this be mine.
And if I choose to gouge my eyes,
From my cranium to feel the rain again.
Just to get away.
Just to ... Get .. Away
Put me in the corner
Down in a Whole by myself.
If I choose to hide my eyes.
Pull my head inside,
Not feel this cold outside.
But as I raise my sword to fight,
I find the cavalry,
Has deserted me.
