shark history week

Lips locked so tight, you can not read these words

Squeeze life through mashed teeth like a mother bird

If I’m the monster you’re the Von Frankenstein who created me

I’ll play the part of the shark if you play the part of the impending sea

Follow the wind when I sail, no faith in my moral compass

A captain’s captain with only scars and tattoos to adorn this chest

Steering with a bloody pulp and a hook from the hand grenade

I held frozen in my palm, too scared to share the pain

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury

I’m forgetting who I aimed to be, the target hides from me

This game of tag was more fun when “it” wasn’t me

Chasing shadows only to find no bones attached to them

All my friends are dead living as ghosts with translucent skin

I see the outline of a female and kiss the wrist for a pulse

Fingers outstretch only to find my own flesh and even this feels false

As the remembrance of what we are and what we can’t be

Encourages me to take up solitaire and leave you all hiding in trees

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury

Living in the darkness of my own mind makes me long for a stalker

Someone to obsess over me now and help me cross the street when I need a walker

A true fan, die hard, insert oversized foam number one finger here

A wedge to keep me on my toes and keep open the door I’ve kept closed all these years

But it’s a dying battle when anyone that close to me will soon become infected

Turn into a female me and need to swiftly be ejected

Cause if I can’t teach myself to love myself, no one will

A shark can’t sleep; he only rests, and must swim while or join the rest

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury