Oh sweet sea, how you comfort me
Soothing, but yet, so angry you seem
A sickeningly sweet rush of iron and salt
Erodes the fabric to reach beneath the ground
Silent I did stand, when my teeth became sand
For, how could a bright eye fade so quick to grey?
Our hearts fill with misery at the sunset's decay
The black tide shadows my soul and engulfs me
Leaving me scuffed up
and scarred
Oh sweet sea, wash over me
Soak up the dirt that lies in my skin,
A sin, a lullaby at best
That disturbs all the rest,
The waves crash and smack against my veins
Then a final beat the heart pounds its last
To send me away, how sweet it must be
To sleep.
--Just as a sidenote; this was not meant to be a trigger for anybody, or a cry for help. This is just a poem I wrote about something I used to struggle with. Enjoy
