Lets Eat This Lake Dry
The street was a sea.
Your heart is cavernous.
Inside those tranquil eyes, I saw peace.
Your hearts' as docile as the ravens that perch upon stone towers.
I found myself lost in your gaze.
Lost, but not claimed.
I was a shipwreck
I was a survivor of circumstance
The trash needs to be taken out.
As such, I feel the need to leave.
I feel the need to love.
Gloves soaked in kerosene, applied to my wounds.
Longing for perfection is vastly overrated
sitting and accepting defeat is far too much
i'll pack up my bags now
I need to work on another railroad.
these restless nights
and tiring days
take a toll on me.
to strive (andcome up short)
is enough to break a man.
Enough to break a man.
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