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Shackles

The anchors sink.
I cant face my atrocities.
I'm ankle deep.
The shackles they are pulling at both my feet.
As I try to stand.
Buried in the sand.

The water keeps.
Rising, its consoling me.
Angel's speak,
Of the things that I have done.
I'm sorry.
I didnt make it right.
I wont have time tonight .

All these thing that I've done.
Were like smoke from a gun.
dissipate without a trace.
1 by 1 the tables turn.
They always said live an learn.
But I never learn.

Now ill speak.
The words that I failed speak.
I will scream them, at the top of my lungs.
But the water masks the sound.
Yeah, the water that surrounds me.

There I'll sleep,
I wish you well, and know I love you dearly.
My mind was clouded.
I wasnt thinking clearly.
I told you in the end this would kill me.

The anchors sink.
I cant face my atrocities.
I'm ankle deep.
The shackles they are pulling at both my feet.
As I try to stand.
Buried in the sand.

The water keeps.
Rising, its consoling me.
Angel's speak,
Of the things that I have done.
I'm sorry.
I didnt make it right.
I wont have time tonight.
Written by Koda
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