My sun awaits
tempting my solemn eyes,
drifting further and further
down towards where you lie.
I am providing the weight,
creating a struggle at hand--
always begging for comfort
since you couldn't on land.
Just pierce my lungs,
I don't mind anymore--
My breath is scarce
and it is you I cannot face.
The torture you have planted
sprouts opportunity to drown,
just turn off the switch
and I will fall with my frown.
Keep those dreams distant,
unreachable for a heart on empty
and buried with you deep--
into the cold soil at sea.
I am forever strained;
I cannot reach you
as I couldn't reach you before
and yet I still keep score.
You have my heart still--
how must I give to another,
as I continue to leach
upon pain as my cover.
All pieces fit together,
tight to the tale of love
but you snapped the twine
and left me rigid with wine,
wishing only for more time,
and receiving none but a rhyme.
