Years of tears

Becoming a bore.

No need to explore.

Not yet, still searching for someone.

Yet can't find, the voice left behind.

Becoming a bore.

No desire to explore.

This mountain of hell.

The dwelling path.

It's like in the fairy tales.

It's all becomes dark, goohles laughing.

Hello.

Goodbye.

My mind dying, falling into a sadness sorrow I felt before.

Defeaning.

Defeating.

Bleak.

The horizon not as beautiful.

I know what I see.

Yet that can't make me complete.

The journey shore I travelled.

The floor upon I scraped, polished and mourned.

Another best friend.

Another ruin.

Words burnt in suppression of the tide.

Don't scream. Hide.

Washed shore, bloody nose.

Battled sea salt and more, spat out a sirens call for home.

Take me home.

Breathing. Burning.

Waking up.

She died.

She died.

But she got up.

Wishing is for star fish.