Drawn to the sea.
Wash out my eyes.
The ash can't be unseen.
Drown out the screams.
Burn away my ears.
The things I can't un-hear.
Whisper the destruction
of my mind once
again.
The debris of what could have
been.
Drawn to the sea.
Once more to find
faded dreams washed ashore.
Drown the hope.
Wash away.
Burn it all.
Silent screams still whisper for a chance to surface.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Drawn to the sea.
Wash out my eyes.
The ash can't be unseen.
Drown out the screams.
Burn away my ears.
The things I can't un-hear.
Whisper the destruction
of my mind once
again.
The debris of what could have
been.
Drawn to the sea.
Once more to find
faded dreams washed ashore.
Drown the hope.
Wash away.
Burn it all.
Silent screams still whisper for a chance to surface.
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