I've come to the end,
every thought? A pretense.
Who is that identity,
of the girl behind the entity?
Thoughts swarm like sharks,
blood-stained, water marks.
Is this who I need be,
is stained-teeth eternity?
Chains like dying silk,
keep me from this lifelong filth.
At least, I think this is the fusion,
or is sense of refuge an illusion?
It seems a year since sane,
was not a word to take in vain.
But who's to know, who's to care?
It's still the past I choose to wear.
Will he keep me, can he find me?
Is there no sign to bind me?
To my future, to my prayer,
will shameful silence meet me there?
Ah, but there is one who understands,
He knows my hidden demands.
My lover sharp, brave, and true,
maybe you know him as the death of you?
Oh, it's alright, it's okay,
I'm just "tired" anyway.
And at last encounter I'll be washed on shore,
where salt can destroy of me no more.
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