Birdcages

A nice stone dwelling sitting on a ledge over the ocean
I could hear the waves crash as the fog rolled in
Lower level windows are sealed, but I can imagine the spray on my face
I stuck out my tongue and sampled the salty taste

The seagulls are all squawking with calls of love
Riding the updrafts and thermals in a sultry dance above
They want not, need not, in their two step with life
Each one promenades with the wind, deciding to take her for a wife

I climbed the stairs up to the second floor
The designing never finished, I can always think of so much more
Marble fireplaces unlike the granite ones below
Tile ripped out, marble added to the bath and floors

This is where I open the windows and allow the ocean air to rush in
I need to cleanse my soul, while hearing all my sins
The wind never tires, it replays my life over and over again
In this dance your partner and the music never does change

If hell has a basement, it is where my soul will remain
For destroying the truth and bringing the innocent so much pain
Yes I know that my soul could not withstand an inspection
It has been such a long time since seeing my reflection

Watching the seagulls dance and listening to the ocean's roar
I eek out an existence moving from window to window and from floor to floor
From the second level I contemplate the jagged rocks below along the shore
But escape isn't to be had, haha, I've tried this a million times before