The Thread That Will Unravel You

There's a cove with iron colored sand

Old bones exposed in the receding tide

A pale rib curving upward to the sky

Could be one of yours, could be one of mine

I came here to cut out the memory

Dull eyes, dirt in your hair

Animal screams

Scarcely muffled by the onward plod of time

I will do anything to be set free

It will forever seem unjust to me

That this wraith is allowed to wander these streets

I'd daub warning blood above every door

To ward you off or at least forewarn

But i know someday in the storm tossed wrack

I will encounter your last victim

Splintered bones wrapped in wet grey skin

The carcass that I could have been