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Bleeding Sea |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Saturday, 20 September 2008 | |
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Bleeding Sea
It's tiring, I can't find a way out Scratching the surface, but can't dismiss the doubt These people, to them I will turn my back. It was only ever about what they gained and what I lacked. And always I will curse these scars on my skin. Nothing, they are forever worth. We will never portray the good we have within. As you endlessly put yourself first.
And I've been thinking about this, As to how there is no rest. Supporting my theories, analyzations put to test. As our hearts fade to grey. Bleeding to death, drowning in the rain. Love comes, but never stays the same.
The seas rise, once again. The lies define me, once again. And I'm succumbing to this, could be forever my friend, Until we see a day that gets shrouded in peace Arrested the cure, to spread disease Healed the strong, but condemned the weak
But sitting here, it's all I can do. Watching beautiful eyes of crystal blue, As they come to a close. And all these years of life. Where have they gone, I do not know. Coming true, are all the things I never show As delicate tears drip down my face, so slow. Pain, and its inevitable flow. Desecrated, lays everything I tried to grow.
And it hurts, here in the bleeding sea. I open my eyes, but refrain to see. No more restrictions, but will I ever feel free? Gone unanswered, was just another of my lonely pleas. Where is the person, that I once referred to as me?
Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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