posted on May, 18 2016 @ 10:37 PM
My hand was bruised,
Living in a room full of emptiness.
I sat there in regret for all the good things I have done,
Reading from a book about losing a life.
Seeing the life of drivers pass us by,
Hunting the seas just to stay alive.
The sky was blue and bruised,
And there you were leading me on.
I am in your house,
For your return,
A night to burn.
Blood boils in the sea,
Telling times of talking to me.