Woorden: Meryn Cadell. Angel Food For Thought. I Say.

I need violent dying
I need quiet time
If you don't believe me as I slide in the sea ...
It doesn't matter much to me.
I lie down and I float nowhere
I know why, because I lie,
just hearing my mouth open
I feel the water on my skin
dry.
I scorn and shame you,
berate and blame you
I beg you to come to me.
It's easy; you let me.
Don't leave me.
Now you won?t come out tonight
Your clothes are clung to you with fright
How am I here again
I fear the mornings as they pull near.
I need violent dying
I need quiet times
Hear me, save me as I slide in the sea.
No hands, no one. No