Nature
I can see the moon,
dip and hide behind the trees,
and it feels like
the clouds are taking over me.
And when the sun shines,
brightly upon the earth,
all your cries
just go unheard.
But when I taste saltwater,
like rain from my eyes,
nobody sees
that it’s a sign.
But there's treasure,
at the bottom of your bottle,
but once you are five 20 ounces deep,
you know you won’t find it.
I can see the moon,
dip and hide behind the trees,
scared of what lies underneath
the lies you told yourself.
But when the sun comes out,
and shines so bright,
you live another day.
And then you taste saltwater,
dripping onto the pages
where you poured your soul.
And you say
there's nothing wrong
with living,
for dying would be absurd.
But you still think
there’s a prize
at the lips of your pipe,
but when you can't stop
breathing each other's air,
you don’t think
you’re going to find it.
But the moon,
dips and hides behind the trees,
mountains,
and clouds,
and the sun,
is shone on your face.
That’s when you know
they can see
your scars.
And when you know,
you’ve become
a disgrace.
You fade
into the social scene,
and you fade
into how they want you to be.
You’re fading
into someone else’s bad dream,
you’re fading to escape your own life.
And you still taste saltwater,
though you’re
6 feet under,
and your soul
is damned.
And you still taste saltwater,
under the sad moon’s light.
And the moon dips
behind the trees,
never to be seen.
And it feels
like the sun,
won’t come out again,
when it’s buried.
under screams.