Bleeding Ink, Creating Thoughts
'I lay here on the ocean floor, broken castle by the shore'
I have an earthquake on my mind
apparently the kind only I can hear
As I borrow phrases from The Used, the band my muse
indulge my frantic, unconventional thoughts
bleeding ink at my own cost
Me, there's lyrics to sketch and thoughts to put at ease
but there is only the ground to catch me
as I trust fall from heights air marshals can't save me from
Over the course of these recent trying weeks
my trust has been failing me
Like condensation on a summer day, I'm slipping through the cracks of life
calling for support upon deaf ears
hoping they wouldn't turn a blind eye
yet with muted breath I am left to doom
a sword to open wound
Rain persuades me comfort still it doesn't chase away
the haunting memories flashing before my eyes
subconsciously forcing words of suicide to part my lips
asking to be dead absent the meaning yet the actions persist
I need help, assistance, to know the cause of my affliction
but I don't know how, I'm just too proud
Proud, out of all my insanity
it's the one word clear, one more wish
I hope that I, I make you proud
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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