"Out of sight, but oh so very close to home"
Beneath 5000 tons of liquid murk
He thought he'd heard the last
Shackled good and tight.
Wrapped snug within tarpaulin fashion
His silent prisoner
Remnants of your memory are all that should remain
Yet still he hears you speak to him from where your body lays
Gurgling through a snorkel made from gauze and cotton wool
no breath could ever penetrate that depth, but still you call
Teasing him with torments dredged up from his own desire
That want within, you kindled as you would a bashful flame
His youth had bare begun when you took innocence away
No more, no more, he won the fight you have no right to stay.
He'd moved so far away.
A nations breadth to separate your voice.
Your voice that sits upon the lips of womankind in whispered breaths
I see his anger rising when I catch his simple gaze
Each night I hear him speak to you, begging your forgiveness
And when I speak, my words are yours as many others were.
A sadness burns within his heart, a longing for a lover lost
As I guess it was when he was young when a mothers love was passed.
Your life is gone please let him be, stay silent in your crypt
You are the one to hold this blame for what your love cost him.
Yes, your blackness envelopes you
And the inky depths caressing your spirit ebb gently at his life
While the twisted love you showed a child is repaid in kind on down the line
You suffered short, his end will not be so
And when he's gone he shall never be "oh so close to home."
For grandmother, you taught your son well
And for what you did to him, he did to me, I'll see you both in hell.