Where no glamour would I seek
Sour eyes meet in a swamp
Agony is slowly shrinking
Leaving heart skin to revamp

Scurrying over my flesh
Blaring out into my face
All the truths that have no name
Turning sulkiness into grace

Where mould is what words are
Mended silence, broken whisper
All my hopes run to your ocean
Some are withered, some are crimson…