The Claws Of A Crayfish
Wear away your heart – tear it apart
Deep inside your head – broken in shreds
Back behind your eyes – emptiness lies
The claws of a crayfish, it's true
Pose little threat to a shrew
But we're lost in a blizzard of sound
In hard armoured words we are drowned
Hard armoured words we were clucking
Like birds having heard but deferred
Until the worst had occurred
You and I were talking, at least I tried
You and I were walking
But you seemed to slide
Something was pulling you out of my life
Something was waiting
Inciting you to hide
Are you free?
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