Sunday, February 26, 2012


The rising tide surrounds me
The world of grief around me
Load me in to a pistol and shoot me
Leave me in a rustic cabin and shut me

Burn me in to ashes which would rise
and cure the pain across your heart
For a single apology can not displace
the pain caused by a blowing dart

My world shall fall to protect you
and shut the times that hurt you
The ghost in me that burnt you
shall burn in hell to repay you

Shine the beacon for my falling ship
and guide my lost spirit in the deep
The wandering soul cries for forgiveness
and haunts along its path through ages.