The Wring



Drawing me into the sun
A trip to eternity
Remember one drop of this rain
Kills all of the fish in the sea

Waken the hydra,
Feed on its energy
Cut off its head and two more come after me

Gravity draws me into your womb
Helpless, I reach for the stars
Meteor showers distant and soon
Marring perfection, ours

All the moons of Jupiter
Shifting tides that hold on to her
Condition without any cure
The taste is forever the lure

When you stare long at the dark skies
They also look into you
Images burned on my eyes
Sometimes never will pull you through

One word to humble my faith
One look will weaken my flesh
Await what a new night will bring
In daylight it always seems less