A sea of metaphors was done -
lies have made up for a life.
Darkening sky crawls slowly,
drowning the sun in my eye.
At sea bottom I would lay
if there’s only where I won’t
hear your name mouthed
by another.
You tell me how
I can have it all and more
but your “all” I just don’t want
nothing much at all – it’s for the matter
What I want is just a storm
to wash you off my skin
and me out of your mind -
a rain to drown us all – senseless and insane.
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