It doesn't matter how many bottles I empty
their contents will never fill the void
but, may their emptiness be a reminder
of the things they helped destroy.

All things great must come to an end.
Unlike light, not everything's beautiful, when it bends.
Somethings break, although we don't intend
And it goes on and on until the bitter end.

I'm not lying, oh dear, no I'm not lying
The words that pass my lips
Eclipse, the very thought of that idea.
I'll cross my heart and hope to die
God knows I've done wrong, but I never lied.

Sure, lock me up and throw away the key
But I've been locked away inside for far much longer
Forgotten in the dark, as a punishment prevails
My minds left dock and in open waters it gently sails.

Spent a whole life dreaming of splendors brought beyond a grasp
Undoubtedly now I'm sinking for I cannot undo a rusted clasp.
As I feel the pressure rising and the coldness of these depths
My heart broken now realizes, what my mind already accepts.

I'm done,
I'm done pretending there's a cure
I'm ******
****** in the head
****** in the heart
You've finished  me
you tore me down
and I concede defeat
I have nothing left to give
no reason left to live
I hate to admit it, but
I'm done

Seas of Dust do swallow,
Nearly every living thing
And life and soul will leave you
As dusty currents begin to wring.

A snare disguised as paradise,
Facade of golden waves and pools.
Just beneath it's deceptive surface
This earthen sea abounds with ghouls.

Sail this sea with caution
And never stray the course.
For if you linger too long
You'll be unable to elude its' force.

This sea is parched and lifeless,
With its hot and choking sands.
No salvation found within its clutch
So you must heed its wicked demands.

Led to sea by sirens, or greed
Or a passage you foolishly trust.
You're now ensnared and declared
Property of the sea of Dust.

Do you remember,
the one that opened your eyes,
or have you lost sight?

To you I have given:
my heart,
my soul,
my passion,
my dreams and my desires,
my deepest thoughts,
my open arms,
my honesty and compassion,
but frankly dear
it would seem
that you were just waiting
for me to give up.