I stare into its blackened antiquity and wait.
Silence is stifling the howling wind at my back;
With emptiness, it echoes upon the ivory black.
From beyond the unhinged door, to offer its invite.
“Oh, save me!” sounds a plea, a child calls from the debris
As I rush to find and set him free, whatever is his plight.
His cry resounding louder, upon no visage do I look.
With dead and smiling faces underneath the cracked floorboards,
There’s no quarter here for children, nor their restless souls.
Torrentially engulfed, I cherish my last breath.
“Oh, save me!” I sound a plea as but a child in a toxic sea:
“Someone please set me free”, in swifter currents am I arrest.
Then it glows blindingly, for its warmth I begin to thirst.
I swim the chilling shadow, leave that wretched place behind,
For miles washed asunder, unbeknownst of what I’d find.
The lonesome deathly child beseeches me all the more.
“Oh, save me,” I hear his plea, and answer it belatedly:
“Lay your head and rest in peace”, and drew breath like I hadn’t afore.
- Lost In The Call
- 80 Proof Ocean
- No Rest For The Ruthless