A shipwreck of excess wounds manifests itself
In a canyon of scar tissue
Swallowing up every apology held back by
A dam of welled excuses
And every flag now hanging half mast
Cries a lullaby
The one my mother would sing to
Put me to sleep

Please, tell me it's ended all
Those words are cascades
Running water through this sun choked coast

Dust leaked and left
Chauffered from cracked ribs to cracked lips
Transfered with dry kiss
And only the vultures will ever know that I
Died here

A refugee or a recluse?
The truth is you've never claimed to be either