Oct 2014
I'd rather drown in the sweet, warm memories of you.
Feeling alive again.
In no need of hiding the true me.
Just let me drown,
let me drown,
let me drown,
into the comfort of your loving embrasses.
Instead of being a walking dead.
With the ball chain of psychological pain at my feet.
wearing a clowns mask.
Receiving the pecking orders from many,
for being cold-hearted.
Feeling alive again.
In no need of hiding the true me.
Just let me drown,
let me drown,
let me drown,
into the comfort of your loving embrasses.
Instead of being a walking dead.
With the ball chain of psychological pain at my feet.
wearing a clowns mask.
Receiving the pecking orders from many,
for being cold-hearted.
This is the feeling I had from my previous poem "I have fallen".
