My wrinkled finger felt weak
Betrayed and lonely
No more movement
No more tomorow
The last tear fell into tracks
Where many had come before
This one felt different
No one was going to stop the fall
No hand
Smile
Or fake promises
The sea parted and the waves spoke
Let me scream
I dived into a silence
Quiet
Lonely
So very cold
And this will be my home
Til the mermaid returns singing
Her spell
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
My wrinkled finger felt weak
Betrayed and lonely
No more movement
No more tomorow
The last tear fell into tracks
Where many had come before
This one felt different
No one was going to stop the fall
No hand
Smile
Or fake promises
The sea parted and the waves spoke
Let me scream
I dived into a silence
Quiet
Lonely
So very cold
And this will be my home
Til the mermaid returns singing
Her spell
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