Driftwood caught in the waves…
Buoyant—floating—bobbling free.
Water stains my hollow frame,
But this is what I’m meant to be.
The vibrant hums of ocean sound,
As surface sweeps above sandy ground.
Undisturbed, vast areas where glimmers play...
Voices down in the clash of waves.
I walk on sandbars—for the sky deceives.
In these shallow waters of apathy,
A dusty piece of must in flesh...
On the shoreline,
Where I see—lies the rest.
I chase my foes,
—Shimmers in flames—
Fading into twilight as beams descend,
Slivered through sandy clouds in ashen gray...
Befriended them all in disarray.
I wade through silvered streaks that trail in height,
Which bring to the soul a cause of pure delight.
Chaos and destruction—my heart and might...
Malleable, twisted, grotesque in blight.
The sun cuts through dense air,
Fracturing the rut to carve new ways.
A fixation I refuse to bear…
Shifting the dogma of this phase.
Salt and despondency fill my bones...
A dolorous heart too heavy to contain.
Drenched in woe I can\'t repay.
If love is fragile let it rain.
If love is fragile, let it pour.
Let it saturate this hollow core.
Drown me in all I’ve lost and found,
For I am nothing but a simple whore in bound.
And let me start again within—
I am not a thing without my sin—
That love may saturate beneath my skin,
And paint the colors of blood around.