The Swollen Shore

I dropped anchor long ago The beaten shore bruised A sight for crooked eyes Rested refreshing sighs Debris kissing the shore What the tide brings in Oozing at the cracks, bleeding Warranting the wreckage The rancid stench of iron Eroding the sinuses The barrier broken through Cleaning salt seeps into the wound Glass in my finger tips Sensitivity to the light Sand filling my boots My mouth filled with shards I jumped ship long ago The beaten shore bloody A sight for scorned eyes Rested refreshing sighs Debris kissing the shore What the tide brings in Oozing at the cracks, bleeding Warranting the wreckage Am i an island a lonely body Imprisoned by the swirling vortex Don't you hear it Singing its lullaby What twisted mercy What twisted mercy