Push me into the ocean, burn me for getting wet
How do I crawl out from under fifty shades of sad?
My fingers wither in grievance,
recedes to the back of my nails,
boils the strands of my veins
holding the brim of this toxic space
The biting thirst of an ineffable legacy,
I still have no luxury of its taste.
The crumbs of my conviction no longer hold the faintest of flavours.
The frivolousmost jesters playing the barest of blames
The curtain of change is set in flames
Not even a consolation, you hand me chains
not flowers, for shame.
I’m not one to speak, I was born to break.
Maybe God has better plans for me
and maybe in this case, the sand won’t meet the sea.
Trust you to handle me with care
Thank you for the time you had to spare
No vendetta to vindicate, it was all written
across tombs of stones
between winter’s bones
at the cradle of the
first star to my foremost
Save tonight, even if it means letting me go.