I walk alone on this sorrowful shore,
Lungs fill with spite, my heart drowning at sea.
Memory fleeting; lost thoughts of before,
Before summer nights, the waves, you and me.

Hazel spice warms my eyes, and gives me hope;
Auburn drapes down the visage of white light.
Sunlight, some see sacred, while I praise snow,
Snow kissed with autumn leaves, without blight

She walks alone, upon the bitter sand,
Exhaling ocean winds, bringing me back home.
Earthly angel, reach out and clasp my hand;
Thea, come sit on my nautical throne.

We the king and queen of this western shore,
Let us rule this sea; be alone no more.

You tear into me when I wake
When I think.
Eat.
Sleep.
You make me warm a while
then you go.
And I'm left to
pick up
  what's left.
Even though I know:
your pain
keeps
me
  alive.
So it can't surprise me when
it hurts even more
  each time you come back
because I can't
say

  no.

O, emerald angel, give me pity!
This immortal sea king has dared to dream
Away with my chains, free me from this city,
Where sorrow and filth bubble in cream.

Sweet viridian seraph, look into my seas,
As they so long to be one with life.
So distant from your guarded bushes and trees,
Yet my oceans reach in strife.

God, grace me, as I look on this jade cherub I see,
Her song above forest floor soothes Leviathan's heart.
Too good a creature to live in where mortals teem,
Yet my waters ever seek her until earth is torn apart.

So, good lady of green, give me you, I, a lord of blue;
For in all I do, I do for you, done earnest and true

I run my fingers along scars long healed,
feeling the tissue strained to bond,
knowing the sand since fallen.
No blood that falls will **** the pain;
needles and pins in a leather sling
and the claws of the beast remain.

An urban song, draw me to the break,
the end of the page calls me.
I look, and lights shine on shadowy deeds;
my birthright, a scathing iron in my heart.
Never to follow the path of the father,
I go to follow the path of a son.
A son lost in the fog.