It’s creeping up my back again.
Yesterday I still felt safe.
Once in a while a wish in vain
goes unheard, revives the pain
of thousand nights spent in this grave.
It’s reaching for my neck, I know.
Soft its touch, a gentle stroke.
Once in a while it goes to show,
while it bends its poison bow
to finally strike the heart it broke.
It’s creeping up my back once more.
What is left for it to crave?
Once in a while I reach a shore
just to squirm in my own gore:
for love comes in a tidal wave.