Circles

Rewritten from a free-verse poem in an hour to accomodate the fact that my voice is shot and I couldn't sing the other song I had written for the RPM Challenge. Hell, I can barely sing this one (can you say "falsetto"?).

I think the raspy works for the verses, but not the chorus, which is kinda sucky but oh well.

LYRICS:

you say my shade is bright red
like a stop sign
intended
for catching the eyes
of dangerous creatures

you call me chum, but not as
any friend would
your love taps
do me no good
just making me weaker

I make wide circles
In the deep
Trying to keep my head
Above these
Emotional waves
You make wide circles
Show your teeth
Going to
find out
just how
good
I taste

you're silver sleek, the barrel
of a shotgun
you swear you'll
be protection
while put to my temple

you come in close, but not as
any embrace
the look that
covers your face
Is nothing that's gentle

I make wide circles
In the deep
Trying to keep my head
Above these
Emotional waves
You make wide circles
Show your teeth
Going to
find out
just how
good
I taste