Its been weeks and still there isn't a moment i escape your memory.
I tried the bottle and it only made me find the depths of emptiness that dwell within my soul.
I know my life has come to its closing moments I watch it fade a sunsets reprise sitting upon the sandy shore .
I no longer give a **** to fight I wish only to allow the tide to consume what is left and nothing more .
We are all bunt out buildings from the wars waged upon ourselves .
Now let the dark waters give rest where torment once stood on full display.
I am tired beyond my years no longer content to simply exist were once I rode the wind .
My choices are but my own never try to follow another footsteps for there shadows cast will freeze you out in there ego's nature by design.
There is no more lines left .
The ink as blood no longer does course through my veins.
I'm simply waiting on the tide to take what's left away.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Its been weeks and still there isn't a moment i escape your memory.
I tried the bottle and it only made me find the depths of emptiness that dwell within my soul.
I know my life has come to its closing moments I watch it fade a sunsets reprise sitting upon the sandy shore .
I no longer give a **** to fight I wish only to allow the tide to consume what is left and nothing more .
We are all bunt out buildings from the wars waged upon ourselves .
Now let the dark waters give rest where torment once stood on full display.
I am tired beyond my years no longer content to simply exist were once I rode the wind .
My choices are but my own never try to follow another footsteps for there shadows cast will freeze you out in there ego's nature by design.
There is no more lines left .
The ink as blood no longer does course through my veins.
I'm simply waiting on the tide to take what's left away.
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