I dropped anchor long ago
The beaten shore bruised
A sight for crooked eyes
Rested refreshing sighs
Debris kissing the shore
What the tide brings in
Oozing at the cracks, bleeding
Warranting the wreckage
The rancid stench of iron
Eroding the sinuses
The barrier broken through
Cleaning salt seeps into the wound
Glass in my finger tips
Sensitivity to the light
Sand filling my boots
My mouth filled with shards
I jumped ship long ago
The beaten shore bloody
A sight for scorned eyes
Rested refreshing sighs
Debris kissing the shore
What the tide brings in
Oozing at the cracks, bleeding
Warranting the wreckage
Am i an island a lonely body
Imprisoned by the swirling vortex
Don't you hear it
Singing its lullaby
What twisted mercy
What twisted mercy