I cross the oceans on stormg nights I land on the shores of defeat Wash my shame under the moonlight Under the mask of the night, silently retreat I drink the waters of innocent sacrifice I bury early signs of a thinking brain I swallow promises of a claimed paradise Freeze my feelings, instill the pain Leave quite sunshine for loud thunder Love and beauty, too much for the distorted Let the clouds in, make the skies surrender My emotions are a mess? You come and sort it Your tears, my source of inspiration Your sobs are the fuel that moves me Don't misinterpret my desperation I'm a riddle and your crying solves me Analyze. Diagnose. Realize. It grows. Drink me, I'm never ending like the ocean Eat me alive, for I am bittersweet Worry not, I sold out all of my emotions Lights out, it's over.. I am one with defeat Analyze. Diagnose. Recognize how it grows.
Reason for writing:
I guess everyone can interpret this however they wish. It's pretty much about a girl. It's about pain, loss, and hopelessness.
If you can relate, drop me a line ;)
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