Adrift…
In a sea of love and anger.
Afloat…
On a ship that lust and heat have turned to rust.
Drowning…
In a life that’s turned asunder.
And we’re under…
Beneath the waves above.
Churning lies and choppy water…
No goodbyes.
No waves or glance my way…
Anger like a buoy.
But at the bottom on the floor lies guilt…
Because anger doesn’t hurt as bad.
Its only gild…
Only armor.
Only armor…