Wading

All the stories untold, 

hiding in the shadows of those that sold their lives just to keep living.

When did it become so cold?

Where can I find the sun?

The moon is strong tonight

and I'll die in its fullness.

Can you hear me now?

As I scream into my pillow, gasping for air,

Only yearning to feel your breathe one last time.

Sink into my soul before I float away.

Lend me your eyes so I can see once more;

lend me your heart before I give you my whole.

The end is always near and at most afar.

I feel you there, wading in the rivers of my blood, looking for ocean of my heart.

So drink it up, smoke it up, cook it up, crushing it up

Until it all turns into dust, and breathe in

before it's too late, and it's all gone

And all you have left it yourself.