I feel the tide return,
the steady lapping at my heart
comes ever nearer,
grows ever stronger.
The growing power of the ocean
brushes aside the built up
debris and driftwood.
Her touch a cold slap,
and a gentle caress,
drags me back to reality.
It seems the no matter what i do
i cannot stop the tide from
waxing
then
waning.
I feel the gravitational pull
as she tries to take me with her.
The thing is,
I want her to drown me.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
I feel the tide return,
the steady lapping at my heart
comes ever nearer,
grows ever stronger.
The growing power of the ocean
brushes aside the built up
debris and driftwood.
Her touch a cold slap,
and a gentle caress,
drags me back to reality.
It seems the no matter what i do
i cannot stop the tide from
waxing
then
waning.
I feel the gravitational pull
as she tries to take me with her.
The thing is,
I want her to drown me.
