An emo composition written in class
Let your waves come and crash down on me,
and maybe in the foams and seasprays i'll die..
Dont leave me stranded in the blueness of this sea,
it'll make me so sad i'd be too ready to cry..
but what are tears before this ocean?
What is one person's sorrows compared to this world's?
Just drifting, clinging on, to your floating device..
waiting for someone who would be ever so nice..
to fish you out from your sorry state
hopefully your still thriving then, your saviour wont be too late..
the churning of the water's drowning out your "to no avail" weeps
looks like this misery is for yours to keep
Mouthfuls of air as you struggle in a passing ship's backwash,
so much for your distress sign..
hands been soaked for hours now,
tattoed into those palms, wrinkled lines..
will it be?
the dreaded R.I.P?
In destination unknown endless sea?
those teeth of the world out there are really sharp
you'll create a blood fountain if you strum across them like a harp..
will you just try and not end up as shark feed,
surving's not a want, its a need
went crazii; at
7:17 PM