Below The Waterline
I sink to the depths of my own demise
I seek to destroy that which i want most
I long to be part of what i never had
I scream and fall below the surface
If i was me, i would never grow so angry, if i was me, i would never feed the hate. If i were you, i would stand and watch, if i were you, i would never have let me go. My tears stain my hands and blind my vision, pull the trigger, the soul is left behind and the shell cracks open.
The deeper i go, the further i climb, from my own despair, a never ending pit of agony and pain. Everyone hurts, everyone sees, everyone feels, but everyone is not me.
Keep me swimming.....
I scream and fall below the surface.....
If i was me, i wouldnt to what im from, If i was me, i wouldnt write black with white. If i were that, i wouldnt be it, If i were her, i wouldnt be him. My mind stretches to fill the deepest gaps of my life, the answer eluding within a maze of events, happenings, it hurts.
The cloud of hate surrounds me now, choking me, the air dra