Saturday 26 February 2011

This Sinking Feeling

I’ll chase the sunset’s soft radiant glow

until it leads me to the ocean bed.
I’ll walk along the shores until waves grow
and fossilise my bones leaving me dead.

Oh, how this sinking feeling never dies,
my heart is an anchor, I’m chained to your eyes.
Plummeting under the strain of your name,
whispered in the winds, leading me insane.

Sharks circulate me, feeding on my fear,
smelling the blood that I endlessly spill.
Tasting the end that is drawing near
they callously laugh and move in for the kill.

Oh, how this sinking feeling never dies,
my heart is an anchor, I’m chained to your eyes.
Plummeting under the strain of your name,
whispered in the winds, leading me insane.

Your silence has driven me overboard
and I find myself caught in a barren hell.
Praying until my faith has been restored,
praying that this sail will not be farewell.

Oh, how this sinking feeling never dies,
my heart is an anchor, I’m chained to your eyes.
Plummeting under the strain of your name,
whispered in the winds, leading me insane.

So where can I find that fine guiding light
of your eyes, leading away from rocky death?
Can I harbour my ship with you tonight
or must I face Neptune’s ocean sprayed breathe?

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