"Neck deep (for the Weak)"
--Tori Ahrens--
I've been dragging what's left of this body
across a beach to be let down.
I've been dragging what's left of my heart
down
down
down...
Comin' up ahead of me
I see what's become of me
I see what has deteriorated into something small
See what used to be honor,
has faded from pride to horror.
Feel what used to be anger
to just letting things slide from lack of care.
I've grown, I've changed, I've cut all my hair...
I've been smothered in my own insults
Trying to find what should be
I've been digging deeper beneath this sand
To try and find some hope in me.
Pulling myself up this shore
and missing the sun set behind me
I think I turned out wrong
I think I'm nothing better than what I see.
I've been crawling now for what seems like forever
and I'm stopping here
I'm stopping alone
I'm burying myself inside this shore,
this sand is my new home.
(November 2, 2007)
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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