Metaphor For Our Days

Sailing high,
on a dark wave,
crashing down to,
desecrate,

Everything we ever made,
washed away,
by a cold storm
in bitter days

Memorys are all,
and they seem to resonate,
echoing,
filled with mistakes
that i have made,

I leave you washed up,
on the icy beach,
like a survivor,
of the wrecked ship
that rode the wave,

Your song,
it seems to resonate,
though itll never get through,
the walls,
my heart has made

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