Fury

The wind blew hot and hard from an angry sea

And my lover had a house of cards where he kept his love for me

And I stayed safe and sound until the red was in his eyes

But my paper house fell to the ground when that angry wind would rise.

In fury.

My lover was two men, the damned and the blessed

A dozen roses in his hand and fire in his fist

He said he floated weightless above his evil twin

Who put the rips in my blue dress and purple on my skin

In fury.

So I dug a grave in self-defense and threw a few things in

The bones of my innocence and my memories of him

And long nights I lie single in my bed

With red red lights behind my eyes and shouting in my head

In fury..

The wind blows round my door and mutters through my dreams

But it can't break in by force through solid wooden beams

It was my lover's parting gift, a whirlwind and a stone

That burned his letters, broke his spell and froze my bones...

Ah, fury.