The Lull

The lull sways like a sinister seabed
Hushabye softly to sleep
The fog floods deep into darkness delivering dread
Grey, grey, grey, reaches and keeps

Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
Keeping me here
Faraway, near
Creeping across my unconscious
Fuelled with your fear

The machine churns like an inevitable ending
Pulling strings into motion
Oiled black to remember the secret of bending
Gone, gone, gone, dreams of the ocean

Stabbing your sorrow into my eyes
Caught by surprise?
Hope pushes, punches, denies
Lingering like a leech in the night
Then resume with the Lies

The lull embraces
The ache in my chest
As it my dreams away chases
Then lays me to rest