Sober Tide

To live with the meloncholy sea I’ve created The poison designated to seep out of my pores To know that the blame could never be debated Residing in the chaos that I created before The sentancing lead to a cage that I built Seeing so clearly, what’s left in the wake I can’t lash my swollen back with pity and guilt Nobility views the disease rather than coloring it fake Instead of believing their equations were wrong I reconciled lies that were shaded by the dark Piercing my ears were the tones of a siren’s sacrificial song To honor the weight of the flood over the coward’s lost ark She stands next to me; the horizon displaced To hold a sinners hand, and the damage it made How can I tell her why I fell so far from grace The strength to save my heart from these urges to fade If the evidence shows, so above as below I make a desparate vow to see her truest dawn Cause she will see me smile where only love will go Knowing that her muse may be lost, but never gone