I was free... Floating in a careless ocean. Swallowed up by every sweet lie you ever told me. Such a vast beautiful love to be in. You were the ocean of the deepest love I ever found.
But the more truth unraveled the more it was ******* that ocean dry and the closer I got to your deepest trenches. Now I'm left standing here in your dirt dry ocean. Looking over your darkness that you have made so cloudy and unsure of what is real. In desperation you closed the surface of your deep dark holes. You might fool yourself as to them being gone... But even if they are, I'm left here in the middle of your desert that once was a beautiful ocean.
How is it that I can be standing in the middle of a desert yet everything inside of me is telling me I'm drowning?