Ricardo Miguel Silva - Writing

Demons in my Fingertips

demons in my fingertips
wailing a luring temptress I hide of my own
such is my iniquity, I still feel jealousy
trying something a little different
this sour taste still lingers
the same taste of salt of someone's sea

I saw its face again today, I remember everything
at every blink a new detail, a deeper shape

I will always push myself away
though I keep coming back to the same Pain
keep coming back to the same place
drenched in this inner ocean of me
to the cries of my maritime demons
wailing the nymphs' everlasting song

I try to scrape it off my ears
tear away the taint of its touch on my naked skin
it’s still in me, stealing me, taking me

away... to where I don’t even know

... it’s in me, with me, within me...
... it’s in me, with me, within me...
... it’s in me, with me, within me...