Empty, still quiet heart of mine
What lurks ‘neath the surface to hide;
The bland pool I can no long’r abide.
Scylla calls my name and knows my sign,
Between love and hell I walk a thin line.
I cannot walk alone – I know, I’ve tried.
I told myself the truth, and found I lied.
Rapids so dark and dark and fine.
Plunging on the torpid wave, falling far too slow,
Through barren rage and sorrow I descend.
There is just one certain thing I know.
I will find only myself at the end.