Wave rider, they call me,
Little do they know
It is not my whisper,
Not my wind to blow
Nor my thought that moves it,
I can’t even swim
I’m just slowly drowning
No one hears my scream.
I can see the lighthouse
And the house of love
I can hear you knocking
At the kitchen door.
But the house is empty
All the lights are out
There is only darkness
Deep inside my heart.
So I light a fire
For the one who knows
She is my companion
While I decompose.
She spits into my fire
She rips off my clothes
Splits my chest wide open
In my heart she blows.
‘Wave rider’, she’s singing
As I loose my breath
‘Rise in love, my darling
There is life in death’.
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