Thunder in my head
which pains me even while it
sets my heart ablaze.

A voiceless terror
leaves me trembling on my knees
feeling impotent.

I hear their song but
there’s no music in my heart –
the notes don’t reach me.

And our summer days
took us from book bondage to
wage slave summer jobs.

Anger’s a black bile
which clings to my throat and taints
each and every word.

My heart strings quiver
at the mere sound of your voice
when I arrive home.

I met a woman,
the kind you cannot ever
bring home to Mother.

The night in her eyes
completely obscured all of
the sin on her lips.

Will you search for me
or will you leave me alone
to howl in the dark?