I can’t find a way to say anymore
How much dissatisfaction
Comes from the living
In a world where I can’t be
Just my mind
I’m forced to live in a vessel
Submerged in the black waters
That constantly rise
And constrict the throat
That doesn’t exist in my mind
Love is the drug of the ocean
And yet the dealers are few and far
From where I float
Longing for a gust of wind
That’ll blow me over
Into the arms of my one life raft
Lying above the black tar of the ocean
Is the sheer liquid of love
Like oil on water
Yet my body is already oversaturated
And I can’t absorb the love I lay in
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
I can’t find a way to say anymore
How much dissatisfaction
Comes from the living
In a world where I can’t be
Just my mind
I’m forced to live in a vessel
Submerged in the black waters
That constantly rise
And constrict the throat
That doesn’t exist in my mind
Love is the drug of the ocean
And yet the dealers are few and far
From where I float
Longing for a gust of wind
That’ll blow me over
Into the arms of my one life raft
Lying above the black tar of the ocean
Is the sheer liquid of love
Like oil on water
Yet my body is already oversaturated
And I can’t absorb the love I lay in