Pull back the cover
Cloaked in shame hidden curled
Clutched in fetal posture
Handmade quilt of sad her netherworld.
Vacancy sign lit always bright
For another, then some more, always room
The heart accursed to share its light
Heavy burdens’ thanks for peace? Their gloom.
Add another, always more there are
You hear them pulsing writhing still
Rhythmic rolling thunder louder
No escaping fate’s mouldering swill.
Impulse collides with self-control
Each reel off on a brand new tack
Forgetting our original sin still on parole
Guilt is that companion stabs you in the back.