The stormy clouds erupt,
The shaky hand pulls strong,
The broken are corrupt,
Where do I belong?
A place to finally rest,
I found at the sea,
A place to become undressed,
You gave this to me,
Pulled underneath the wave,
As you sliced me to bits,
Each ripple now folds my blood,
I was the lonely mis-fit,
My lungs fill with salty lust,
I struggle beneath the surface,
Then realize I have no-ones trust,
I then relax and look death face to face,
I have nothing to live for and I'm not meant to be loved,
I realize I'm just meant to die as the bullet burns my heart,
And the hand lets me go like a dove,
I find pain as I part,
But not from the beatings or the gun,
From the person who pulled me down,
I thought I'd won,
But he let me drown.