Although they tend to fall from the windows of my soul,
I swallow to quench my thirst before the downfall begins.
Careful not to let it drop, rejuvenating a drought that is the result of my last self-destruction, i tilt my head back.
Not only trying to keep my sorrows from falling, but trying to ease the memories to the ground.
I no longer want them, yet i want to let them go gently.
For they are pages in my book of life that i have decided to rip out.
And as i read them, the dialogue becomes jumbled and the picture blurry.
The ink starts to bleed as my imagination begins crying.
Mixing together the "i love you"s and the "i miss you"s.
A shame, they all sound like beads of solid water smashing against my eardrums.
Even the sound of your voice made me breathe easy.
Now i can hardly breathe because i am trying to float on top of your melody which is fading in the distance.
Drowned out by the sounds of flooded water rising over my senses.
Holding like a dam, but still cracks form as this image is smeared into a whirlpool of figures i can no longer identify.
But I am still able to soak up any drip drop that escapes.
It is my soul i want to protect, so these windows must stay shut.
As long as I keep believing that the trinkets left behind are nothing more but damaged promises.
But in the end, it'll all be washed away.
Be it mentally or physically, the rain will fall, bringing to life another hurricane to contribute to my self destruct.
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