failure
as the morning got darker
is it my isolation
or are you not captivated by me
I drew my lines
colored them in a fading black
told you to stay
you pushed me away
lost all I had in my fists
diamonds and light blue seas
the shores were ours once
they now belong to me and the beers
cut a greenish blue cord
filled my lap with blood
screamed for the sake to be saved
the bells were silent and so was me
got that old stained jacket of yours
wrapped around me like an old memory
so I can die with your ghost hunting me