Like a rising tide submerging sands.

This vice’s grasp on me buries any helping hands.

Will this current ever carry me to shore?

Or will it leave me anchored? Gasping for a breath of air,

While I’m sinking to this ocean floor.

A roaring echo debilitates my mind.

A broken radar lost at sea.

Captivated by the structured compass that’s thoughtlessly been given to me.

And which direction I’m going is still a mystery. It’s still a mystery.



Now I am to keep my composure as this levy is breaking.

But how can I travel these seas without the serpent awaking.

I look to the skies but all I see are clouds in the shape of effigies.

Precipitating forsaken rains, drowning us in disease.

So I surf the waves of this horizon to chase the sun.

Rather than reverting to the source so tomorrow never comes.

A source long slipped through the cracks of a broken surface.

Seeded in the deepest of soils, in the wonder fueling blackness.



A conquest of this land, unfulfilled due to shifting planes.

A gluttonous virus endlessly courses through my lustful veins.



Damn this default state that I must alter.

This numbing venom breaks down every cell.

My branches wither as I worship this altar.

In this toxic ocean with an unfair story to tell.

Polluting my organic being, in normalcy I falter.

I rot from the very poison that saved me from myself.



Relentless, insisting winds carry my wings throughout this reckless journey.

Resisting the wrath within.

The smoke dances freely amongst the trees that burn so violently.

In which I’ve ignited in a passion full of envy.

Cinders fly against the darkened sky that burn from embers to ashes.

Trickling down the rocky walls, collecting sediment.

My dreams run as deep as these canyons, every darkness unforetold.

Without sentiment.



Am I to repent for what I am?

What of this world for what it’s been?

A selective perspective granted, a depth perception snatched away.

What of this world that’s been led astray?



Am I prideful of my apathy, or just a sloth basking in my thoughts?

As I ascend through madness, how long can I bleed for the need of this greed?



Damn this default state that I must alter.

This numbing venom breaks down every cell.

My branches wither as I worship this altar.

In this toxic ocean with an unfair story to tell.

Polluting my organic being, in normalcy I falter.

I rot from the very poison that saved me from myself.



Am I to repent for what I am?

What of this world for what it’s been?

A selective perspective granted, a depth perception snatched away.

What of this world that’s been led astray?



Am I to repent for what I am?

Nothing but disbelief and dissonance.

No resolution where I stand.

A saturation of connections.

Bridging the gaps of a beauty that only few can understand.



Only few can understand.