The past hurts like an ocean made up of opaque glass.
And you asked me to exist within the shatter-jagged fragments.
An amphibious creature,
Breathing the pain through shredded gills.
Numbed, bruised and bleeding.
Wounds are what they called them.
Battle torn from a thousand different edges.
Don't you feel them?
The watery shards wedging into your sides,
Piercing your lungs of the will to exhale.
I feel it, like rough hands upon my neck;
Tearing through my flesh.
Slipping down my throat.
Till I'm choking on red.
You asked, and I confessed.
My passions, the black and the blue.
Inhaling the wine-water,
I want to save you.
Even with an ocean of glass standing in my way.
I want to save you.
Swimming and swimming, until this agony bled away.
I wanted to save you.
Even though I knew I couldn't.
I wanted to be the one to save you.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
The past hurts like an ocean made up of opaque glass.
And you asked me to exist within the shatter-jagged fragments.
An amphibious creature,
Breathing the pain through shredded gills.
Numbed, bruised and bleeding.
Wounds are what they called them.
Battle torn from a thousand different edges.
Don't you feel them?
The watery shards wedging into your sides,
Piercing your lungs of the will to exhale.
I feel it, like rough hands upon my neck;
Tearing through my flesh.
Slipping down my throat.
Till I'm choking on red.
You asked, and I confessed.
My passions, the black and the blue.
Inhaling the wine-water,
I want to save you.
Even with an ocean of glass standing in my way.
I want to save you.
Swimming and swimming, until this agony bled away.
I wanted to save you.
Even though I knew I couldn't.
I wanted to be the one to save you.
