I who writes
ache for something
I who create
words from thoughts
and
worlds from words
I who will let the paper fly around like me
like a strong wind catching my thought
from a heavy storm thru the sea of
feelings n thoughts
I will stay in this boat of intact sanity
until the spawns of the inner demons
drag my boat down to the deepest parts
of this sea of feelings
to
the depths of hurt
sadness
and
loneliness
I will sink so far down
until I need to catch my breath once more
to survive and feel the warmth
from the skies and sun
seeing the clouds for the last time
but there is no use
the sea has swallowed me whole
where I can only feel the opened sea
filled with nothing
but yet something
shouting or screaming
won\'t do anything other then causing more agony
I\'ll just float here
doing nothing until someone comes by
and
save me
from the deepest part of the sea
the deepest part of my mind and heart
My paper thin soul
and
the pen of faith
will continue to write
no matter what