omgwtfboogie
02-07-2006, 08:14 PM
A sting of winter water woke him from his trance
He turned his head in yearning, never learning
What all had been now slipped through his fingers
Sand sifting, nothing of value left behind
Having nothing, wanting nothing
As he turned towards the march of waves
His mind painted its portrait of you
Of the last moment his eyes absorbed your light
Then you wilted away, splintered in his mind’s eye
And in sudden cowardice, he then threw your picture away
The gaze in his eyes focused on the face below
Empty it was, before it became nothing in an oncoming sweep
Erased as was before, the courage he found was adrenaline
Pulling chains with energy, not sincerely
He felt the launch, release, the pull
Acceleration made up for the speed that could’ve been but lacked
His body cast in waters, to free fall and settle
Skin turned dreary as the clouds, heavens above
No fears, no floating vermillion. Only cold, only imagination
Gasping but not for anything, no pictures painted
Down he went
The ocean walls aside, welcoming and breathing
What air was his was then transformed
Yet in his mind he’d been breathing life for the first time
Nothing could hold his past over his head
And so they drowned as he would
The sand became a bed in such secret ceremony
To house him and his mistakes
The past has passed and soon the future will as well
What’s left then is still more than the death of him
And all he was became free
Free to drift in his house of seas
He turned his head in yearning, never learning
What all had been now slipped through his fingers
Sand sifting, nothing of value left behind
Having nothing, wanting nothing
As he turned towards the march of waves
His mind painted its portrait of you
Of the last moment his eyes absorbed your light
Then you wilted away, splintered in his mind’s eye
And in sudden cowardice, he then threw your picture away
The gaze in his eyes focused on the face below
Empty it was, before it became nothing in an oncoming sweep
Erased as was before, the courage he found was adrenaline
Pulling chains with energy, not sincerely
He felt the launch, release, the pull
Acceleration made up for the speed that could’ve been but lacked
His body cast in waters, to free fall and settle
Skin turned dreary as the clouds, heavens above
No fears, no floating vermillion. Only cold, only imagination
Gasping but not for anything, no pictures painted
Down he went
The ocean walls aside, welcoming and breathing
What air was his was then transformed
Yet in his mind he’d been breathing life for the first time
Nothing could hold his past over his head
And so they drowned as he would
The sand became a bed in such secret ceremony
To house him and his mistakes
The past has passed and soon the future will as well
What’s left then is still more than the death of him
And all he was became free
Free to drift in his house of seas