Insular

I have knife deep in me,

In the heart; in the hole; the breath of me.

You only get the worst of me,

Why can't it be the best of me?

You are pressed upon your knees,

In the mess; in the muck; the misery.

You only need the best of me.

Alone.

Drained, by the memory

Of such savagery,

And for all the breadth of this land

We are insular.

I have voice deep in me,

Hunting; hating; haunting me.

You only hear the half of her,

Why can't you hear the whole of her?

She is banging on the door,

Breaking; burning down your door.

She only needs the worst of you.

Alone.

Drained, by the memory

Of such savagery,

And for all the breadth of this land

We are insular.