The wind turns our secret whispers
To the screams of mad men
The waves crash upon our shores
Roaring monoliths who grant us no purchase
Desire nothing, but to pull me further
Into the ocean, I stand fast
The skies unleash their torrents
Expose our darkest moments
In a photograph flash
That even the blind could bear witness
To the lives I have hidden
Give me no hope of ever seeing the sun
I am not gone yet
These train wreck dreams coalesce
It seems we've traded what's left
For what was, traced what was drawn
In conversation and constellation
And now we've no ink
For tomorrow's pages
These memories slander the brightest days
Cover each verse in curses and disdain
Where she comes, and morning chases her away
Where we run, and never escape our fate
The audience must be entertained
And every performance we gave came
At some cost, but I have not lost
Yet, if I am to be a mad man
Then I will be unmade by my own hands
Or yours, from my purchase at the edge
Of this world, I bear witness
To undying torment, and unending beauty
So inexplicably intertwined, so indefensibly
Confined, I want to set free what lies
Moored at the shore before me.
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