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I am a cold, bleak and weary melody; Forced out of guitar strings, alone, a solitary piece made by a starving man. My low notes bring down the sturdiest ship, dragging its corpse to lay down on the sea-floor. I am a low pitch plea of woeful "help me"; a drowning man swallowing water as his mouth seeks the air. My voice is wispy smoke of years of no use, contaminating the very lungs from which it originates from. And sleep, she is a blissful siren. Bringing me to underwater caverns- chanting and humming melodies as the pressure takes me down under and my eyes close in surrender. I am more dead than my corpse will ever be; just an empty sea-shell- no pearl, no life.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Deep sea blues
I am a cold, bleak and weary melody; Forced out of guitar strings, alone, a solitary piece made by a starving man. My low notes bring down the sturdiest ship, dragging its corpse to lay down on the sea-floor. I am a low pitch plea of woeful "help me"; a drowning man swallowing water as his mouth seeks the air. My voice is wispy smoke of years of no use, contaminating the very lungs from which it originates from. And sleep, she is a blissful siren. Bringing me to underwater caverns- chanting and humming melodies as the pressure takes me down under and my eyes close in surrender. I am more dead than my corpse will ever be; just an empty sea-shell- no pearl, no life.
I found this on an old note book. It dates back when I was in the shallow waters of depression. Such horrible times, it gave me a sense of vertigo just by thinking about it, hopefully I'll never sink back under.
#sad#depression#drowning#sea#numb#sinking#woeful
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28/F/American
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
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