In Only Death - Aaron McAndrew

In only death will I be free
From haunting dreams of twilit shores?
(Where first I trapped you inside of me.)

Or from the fact that I can’t see
Past crimson bruises, scarlet sores?
In only death will I be free?

In filthy colors I find such glee;
Watching them as they leak out pores.
(It happens when you’re inside of me.)

At night I hear the jade banshee
Wail out her cries of locked doors.
In death will she (and I?) be free?

I wish I’d be the cold, black sea
That doesn’t mind man’s probing oars.
But no, you’re still trapp’d inside of me.

If only I could find the key
Without getting down on all fours.
I guess in only death I’m free
From the world that’s trapp’d inside of me.