Someone please come, save me.
I’m drowning in a dried up sea.
I can’t handle the broken things.
Stringless puppets and birds without wings.
God tore me down one last time.
As I enter this rhyme,
He doesn’t know that I’m still in my prime.
Why did the all-mighty commit such a fearsome crime?
I have nothing left, I must submit and give in to the chime!
Here I stand now, at the edge of reality,
As the shameless light approaches I take a knee.
“Come now, take me!” I utter in unwavering pride.
How can I fear sleep, when I’ve already died?
The high evening tides can't wash away my blood.
It’s become one with the soil, now crimson mud,
Oh, Poseidon, unleash thy flood!
As my body falls to the ground, hear my deafening thud,
Take out your shovels and dig me a grave, yet better, a spud!
No more oceans and no more seas, just the roof and me,
One lonely whisper, one final plea.
Come back, and I swear you won’t regret it,
Come back before I lose what soul I have, this little spirit.
Cool air and a starry night,
Have I lost the war after this fight?
You didn’t break my heart, you took out an entire bite,
But I will not waver, I will live on, in your spite.
Why do I do this, from the dark evening, until morning’s light?
Try all I might,
You are the only thing, about which, I can write…
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
Someone please come, save me.
I’m drowning in a dried up sea.
I can’t handle the broken things.
Stringless puppets and birds without wings.
God tore me down one last time.
As I enter this rhyme,
He doesn’t know that I’m still in my prime.
Why did the all-mighty commit such a fearsome crime?
I have nothing left, I must submit and give in to the chime!
Here I stand now, at the edge of reality,
As the shameless light approaches I take a knee.
“Come now, take me!” I utter in unwavering pride.
How can I fear sleep, when I’ve already died?
The high evening tides can't wash away my blood.
It’s become one with the soil, now crimson mud,
Oh, Poseidon, unleash thy flood!
As my body falls to the ground, hear my deafening thud,
Take out your shovels and dig me a grave, yet better, a spud!
No more oceans and no more seas, just the roof and me,
One lonely whisper, one final plea.
Come back, and I swear you won’t regret it,
Come back before I lose what soul I have, this little spirit.
Cool air and a starry night,
Have I lost the war after this fight?
You didn’t break my heart, you took out an entire bite,
But I will not waver, I will live on, in your spite.
Why do I do this, from the dark evening, until morning’s light?
Try all I might,
You are the only thing, about which, I can write…
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