The Red Tide
Here I sit, a million miles away in my porcelain prison with my life, I will pay Lifeless is my body, can't move at all staring at the crimson art spattered on the wall Moist ivory lips whispering your name the roaring beast inside of me in dying becomes tame As the steam rises the air is filled with mist as the blood flows freely from my open wrists Pain pills did not free me I was rescued way too soon lying there in my hospital bed staring at the moon Now my time is over I begin to take flight the red tide has come death's hands close tight Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 03:39 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Here I sit,..."