Sober Tide
To live with the meloncholy sea I’ve created
The poison designated to seep out of my pores
To know that the blame could never be debated
Residing in the chaos that I created before
The sentancing lead to a cage that I built
Seeing so clearly, what’s left in the wake
I can’t lash my swollen back with pity and guilt
Nobility views the disease rather than coloring it fake
Instead of believing their equations were wrong
I reconciled lies that were shaded by the dark
Piercing my ears were the tones of a siren’s sacrificial song
To honor the weight of the flood over the coward’s lost ark
She stands next to me; the horizon displaced
To hold a sinners hand, and the damage it made
How can I tell her why I fell so far from grace
The strength to save my heart from these urges to fade
If the evidence shows, so above as below
I make a desparate vow to see her truest dawn
Cause she will see me smile where only love will go
Knowing that her muse may be lost, but never gone
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