Michael Malarkey — Sea of Red

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These days are bleeding
Into pools on the floor
I trace with my palms in the puddles
My back to the door
And while you were sleeping, darling
I painted a map on the wall
A map of the world we once knew
All those cities of old

The candlelight flickers, a shadow
It tangoes on the wall
Is it mine or is it yours or another’s
It doesn’t matter at all

I was working on the Arctic
When I felt a chill
I turn and I saw nothing
Just the open door
So I started on the ceiling, believe me
The blood was running thin
I tried my hand at the birth of Adam
At the birth of sin

Then morning came like a harlot
Who’d seen a thousand beds
Like a wilted sigh through the skylight
Into the sea of red