These Waves Are Echoes

Heard the sound of the ocean as I drifted away

Thinking to myself this would be the last time

My mistakes numerous and losses persistent

Even the ocean is tired of seeing my weary face

 

Surround by millions but completely disregarded

Dreams of connections have long been disregarded

Writing down my sanity before it is consumed

By this depression and its unrelenting monsoon

 

These waves are echoes of spurned love and rejection

Remind me of all the ways my decisions were wrong

Every delusion will be eroded by the tide of time

Leaving behind faded footprints and tear-filled eyes

 

The frigid waters offer a semblance of reprieve

A chilling sensation that makes me believe

This eroding mind may be my justification

For allowing them to soothe my depression

 

Many need not know of such impending action

Anything they may feel would be out of self-pity

Angry for making them question their own mortality

I take one last breath before I sink beneath the sea

 

I long for my soul to become another echoing wave

Adequate for this recluse to have it become my grave

As my decaying frame flows to some distant shore

Let the sun rise on this sorrowful soul no more

 

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[Llysofar]

OUCH! BRENDAN!! DO YOU THINK YOUR MIND IS ERODING??? TRY OXYGEN!!!