This is enough. 1
The water, a dark, cold river,
will hold me underneath it. 3
I've boastful thoughts, "I'll be delivered,"
while floating down. 5
I'm a worn raft, broken off of a boat.
You cannot hold unto me. 7
My wrenched, sadness, could pull
everyone; anyone, from above, 9
into the cold.
No, I'll think nothing above the blinding surface. 11
Waves come from below the surface.
But, they seem swallow the sickness, 13
and cure me, free me, "finally."
But, can the sea hold my melancholy? 15
The waves roll, fast away, driving pain away
There is no deliverance, from the land, for this man. 17
Please, push me under, so that this is enough. 18
Now, I'm a fish.
In the blue world. 20
"I mean, I can breath!"
Beneath the red, scorching land. 22
But, with a broken fin,
and a heavy body, 24
It seems I cannot hold me, my fury
And, I was once a man, hurting, and tired.
But, I was once whole, soaking up the sun. 27
I stood upright, but I began
to die in the heat. 29
That is why this is enough. 30
A wave, a fish, a man in a dark river.
I'll show you what I'd be:
drowned and wretched,
a raft, 34
that pulled me under,
a wave
that made me flounder, 37
and now, a man
beneath the surface. 38
The ocean. It's flow will hold me,
this dark inside me...
"This is enough." 42
I will sink don't try
to raise me. 45
Don't send something,
like a burning rope out 47
to save me.
The cold sea current is what becomes of me.
Sinking down to get away, 49
a fish is meant to die this way.
Don't hold me, in the heated hell 51
of the sun.
Don't hunt or raise a drowned man. 53
Don't burn a pyre, or bury me in the sand.
I'm delivered from sitting in the, 55
braising day, hurting in the sun.
The water in this vast blue ocean, that is enough. 57
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC
This is enough. 1
The water, a dark, cold river,
will hold me underneath it. 3
I've boastful thoughts, "I'll be delivered,"
while floating down. 5
I'm a worn raft, broken off of a boat.
You cannot hold unto me. 7
My wrenched, sadness, could pull
everyone; anyone, from above, 9
into the cold.
No, I'll think nothing above the blinding surface. 11
Waves come from below the surface.
But, they seem swallow the sickness, 13
and cure me, free me, "finally."
But, can the sea hold my melancholy? 15
The waves roll, fast away, driving pain away
There is no deliverance, from the land, for this man. 17
Please, push me under, so that this is enough. 18
Now, I'm a fish.
In the blue world. 20
"I mean, I can breath!"
Beneath the red, scorching land. 22
But, with a broken fin,
and a heavy body, 24
It seems I cannot hold me, my fury
And, I was once a man, hurting, and tired.
But, I was once whole, soaking up the sun. 27
I stood upright, but I began
to die in the heat. 29
That is why this is enough. 30
A wave, a fish, a man in a dark river.
I'll show you what I'd be:
drowned and wretched,
a raft, 34
that pulled me under,
a wave
that made me flounder, 37
and now, a man
beneath the surface. 38
The ocean. It's flow will hold me,
this dark inside me...
"This is enough." 42
I will sink don't try
to raise me. 45
Don't send something,
like a burning rope out 47
to save me.
The cold sea current is what becomes of me.
Sinking down to get away, 49
a fish is meant to die this way.
Don't hold me, in the heated hell 51
of the sun.
Don't hunt or raise a drowned man. 53
Don't burn a pyre, or bury me in the sand.
I'm delivered from sitting in the, 55
braising day, hurting in the sun.
The water in this vast blue ocean, that is enough. 57
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