A part of me knew that this would happen,
his life was in flames,
burning bright and fast to ash.
Watching him burn made me feel whole,
I could be his anchor.
He could see,
I was a safe waiting to be cracked.
That I needed him so much more,
then I put on.
As long as he spoke the right lies
and emptied the time left,
he would get the combination.
Is that what he did?

Drowning
in his depth of troubled tides
that I've created.

Lost
my grip once in,
this unfamiliar place
that we've built.

Trying
to hold on to what is good,
as I trail on Davy Jones
scratchy rock bottom.

He'll
never need me
to be embedded in the cool sand.

The belly of the ocean
isn't as dark as it seems.
I can see the white light surface
the glass blocks.
Prisoner from reality in this
relationship utopia.
Everything
is as real as it seems.
Sharks always swarm
once someone bleeds.

Light rain patters down
through maze of the green arms
lands and kisses the clay ground.
Emerald walls
surround and contain
the soothing sound
of drowsy air.
But forbidden as
the static, interrupts
the peaceful melody
of her tears
and mournful cries.
Hopelessly calling
who will be at the return
of her bittersweet song?
Will it be empty lips
from the gray fog
disconnect?
Lunar birds
both alone in harmony as
light rain patters down.