Pain As Deep
Hands of seared flesh
Clinging to my chest
Salt and sea
Blowing gusts of pain
You think me evil
You think me wicked
I do this all for you
A hundred years, it’s been
So long, and yet again
I burn from the passion
Gallows, I face, press in
A hundred years, I’ve come
Through every inch of home
My brothers are dead and gone
Search this earth alone, on and on
A hundred years, I still hold on
With every breath I get closer
With every crest I sink lower
Just dreams to place asunder
As this deep black drowns another winter
You seem beyond any direction
I’ve lost every impression
And begin to I drown in my desperation
By the salton sea, I am imprisoned
Just a tear, just a word
Just a hope, a prayer
Another hundred years
I beg of you! Don’t let go!
The stars mumble and laugh
Hidden behind the clouds
I’m straying from my path
By ghostly voices, my thoughts are drowned
My crucifix
My compass
My altar
And mast
A mast
Heartless, hateful tyrant
Tasteless tears raped by the contaminant
Ten thousand of these, a hundred years
Just a soul searching for its heart
Left a century ago
In hopes the beholder would not in woe
Lose faith, see not a hope and let go
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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