Your waters are dark and treacherous.
Your waters are deep and lethal.
They seem calm yet are not.
They seem comforting yet are not.
And I dived carelessly, into your abyss.
And I plunged, into my damnation.
Seeking freshness, comfort and loving.
Seeking desire, passion and longing.
And in your murky, bitter waters
I drowned a million times.
I was spun, I was desecrated.
I was murdered, I was obliterated.
And I couldn't see a thing,
I couldn't learn a thing.
Yet my purpose was due,
I emerged anew.
Exhausted, devastated.
Utterly spent and violated.
Deceived, betrayed.
Ridiculed, humiliated.
But anew, and all alone.
My approach to you destroyed me,
and I made myself again.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Your waters are dark and treacherous.
Your waters are deep and lethal.
They seem calm yet are not.
They seem comforting yet are not.
And I dived carelessly, into your abyss.
And I plunged, into my damnation.
Seeking freshness, comfort and loving.
Seeking desire, passion and longing.
And in your murky, bitter waters
I drowned a million times.
I was spun, I was desecrated.
I was murdered, I was obliterated.
And I couldn't see a thing,
I couldn't learn a thing.
Yet my purpose was due,
I emerged anew.
Exhausted, devastated.
Utterly spent and violated.
Deceived, betrayed.
Ridiculed, humiliated.
But anew, and all alone.
My approach to you destroyed me,
and I made myself again.
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