Lotus And The Languorous

Small and sleeping children's song
The kind that wished for death
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef
Has whored herself to rest
Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea

Fell quick to the snow, still life
Sprawled out in the cold, he said
There was dancing on the ceiling
I was strapped down to the anchours

Stumble out your breathing speaks
As heavy in the prose
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef
Has wounded several more
Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea

Fell quick to the snow, still life
Sprawled out in the cold, he said
There was dancing on the ceiling
I was strapped down to the anchours

Twisting down the drain
Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin
Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip
Damned towards several silver stabs
Pricking your sedated episodes

I was strapped down to the anchours
Down, down, down...where will those mermaids lead him?