Mi Catulle

Mi Catulle

I need to get off this merry-go-round

It’s driving my sanity into the ground.

I need to alight onto terra firma,

To return to ice from this state of magma.

I need to feel the hard cold air,

To put away the sun and all its fair.

I need the rain to drive me home,

To destroy the path I currently roam.

I need the waves to wipe me away,

To return hither, the laoch to stay.

I need the wind to bite my soul,

To bore so deep and extract the hole.

I need the clouds to envelop me,

To drown my lungs in a sky-felled sea.

I need the snow to bury me deep,

Into my heart its icicles seep.

I need the thunder to crack my crown,

To fry me up and flatten me down.

I need to bang my head to the floor,

To blind myself and see no more.

I need to flee my virtuous leman,

Mi Catulle, from you I’m ran.

Warrior Princess