The Claws Of A Crayfish (Phideaux)

Wear away your heart – tear it apart Deep inside your head – broken in shreds Back behind your eyes – emptiness lies The claws of a crayfish, it's true Pose little threat to a shrew But we're lost in a blizzard of sound In hard armoured words we are drowned Hard armoured words we were clucking Like birds having heard but deferred Until the worst had occurred You and I were talking, at least I tried You and I were walking But you seemed to slide Something was pulling you out of my life Something was waiting Inciting you to hide Are you free?