You can despise my blood that you quench,
And sow your narrative on the biased leaves
Thus henceforth to which they believe
But alas the watcher, knows; as we all suspect.
That the powerful waves to which I was unable to reject
Drowned me in sorrow, trauma and repent.
Apathetic to be when I view your keen of most;
find courteous grudges. Are you really seeing me or seeing who I am with, please.
I\'ve found connoisseurs who can act more phony.
Can it be known that I have blown all winds of direction; deception-- I was blinded to foresee.
As the clashes of the ocean find a source of zen.
I pity all your fools and bid if they can find any, by then-
I submerge, I submerge.
To the water I am gone.
I submerge, I submerge.
To false graces, I was never wrong.