Long Way Home: Part II

It came tapping on his window
It came knocking on his door
It came banging on his brain cells
It was screaming out for more.

It would snake in through the keyhole
It would roll in through the pipes
It would storm in through the chimney
It would rage and roar and gripe.

The more he tried to calm it
The more it sucked him dry,
The more he held and stroked it
The more it made him cry.

And everyday he heard it
Yelling out his name,
And every night he let it in
To stake its knife edged claim.

And bit by bit it bled him dry
And left him on a frenzied high,
Yet every time he shut it out
He'd curse and crave another bout.

Till one fine day
It made no sound
It came to him
All chained and bound.

Laid its head down
On his chest
Kissed his mind
And made it rest.

I watch them rock in silence
I watch them knit so close
I watch them blindly waiting
For a sun that never rose.

In a land that knows no colour
In a land where nothing grows.