The Wrestle

The crumpled ocean with no boat trip

Well dark waters stole my clothing

A shape stirs beneath me

A pulse pounds along blood streams

First pint marks the beginning of the clothless wrestle

The clothless, I know

Bare those teeth to me please my eater

You can sit only, naked with fear

This is the test I left plans for

To grip flesh and pull muscle

In a vice grip of the struggle

I can't give in to

We owe the clothless wrestle

The clothless, I know

I know

I know

I know

My enemy, please stay close to me

With no breath left, cold breath thief

Your last gasp, with a burst lung

They fight fathers, the weak sons

The last taste of salt in my mouth

The skin breaks

With no sound at all, Limb from limb

There is bone, there is gristle

I'm despairing

In the clothless wrestle

The clothless I know

I know

I know

I know

I know