This hopeless existence
Made me question persistence.
I'm deep in water,
And it's only getting hotter.
Suddenly, these chains break free.
Oh Lord, was it meant to be?
No longer bleeding, no longer bound.
Who knows what shall be found?
Risen from my resting place.
Self doubt, soon to be erased.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
This hopeless existence
Made me question persistence.
I'm deep in water,
And it's only getting hotter.
Suddenly, these chains break free.
Oh Lord, was it meant to be?
No longer bleeding, no longer bound.
Who knows what shall be found?
Risen from my resting place.
Self doubt, soon to be erased.
