The Fever's Tide

And when the silence of a bird rips
 Through the loudness of the world
 When the touch of a feather tears the
 Softest skin to tatters
 I close my eyes and wait to die
 A thousand deaths in a world with no light
 A thousand deaths in a world without sight
 In darkness I see
 Through minds and flesh
 I dream a dream
 Of my own death
 Hear, hear... the rocks are rolling,
 The horror, the fear
 Dream, I dream... of scorched earth
 And mountains
 Breathe the air... through lungs filled
 With ashes I choke in despair
 See, I see... the overflow, now I'm drowning...
 Inside
 The Fever's Tide
 Waves break in
 Fire in veins
 Hot blood fever
 Sweat on skin
 The salt on my lips is a nightmare's kiss
 Kiss of fever
 Heat in mind
 Cloth on skin
 The wake of a dream pulls me
 Inside
 The Fever's Tide
 Face to face
 Now so sudden
 I see clear
 Wisdom through sickness
 Sight through fear
 As I drown in death I see through
 Tunnels of light and fear
 Fear the Tide
 Floods of heat against my knees
 Grace of Fever
 Rolling rocks like beating hearts
 And when the kiss of sweet lips
 Feels like the punch of a fist
 When the silence of a stone cuts
 Through flesh, teeth and bones
 I close my eyes and wait to die
 A thousand deaths in a world full of light
 A thousand deaths in a world with clear sight