The ocean calls for my departure
don't mourn these waves
I was destined to return just like King Arthur
Scribbled words on our skin
invisible ink tells of prophecies
and all the lives that have not been
Pulled the sword from the stone
Naive to think that we'd be crowned
but rather released an angry storm
These stories speak of hate and resentment
it flows much more effortlessly
so much pain in trying to be sentient
Still I will not give in to bitterness
I wait for the storm to pass
to return to sea and drown in bliss
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
The ocean calls for my departure
don't mourn these waves
I was destined to return just like King Arthur
Scribbled words on our skin
invisible ink tells of prophecies
and all the lives that have not been
Pulled the sword from the stone
Naive to think that we'd be crowned
but rather released an angry storm
These stories speak of hate and resentment
it flows much more effortlessly
so much pain in trying to be sentient
Still I will not give in to bitterness
I wait for the storm to pass
to return to sea and drown in bliss
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