I want to tear out my feelings
And dash them across the page
If it isn't soaked and steeped in tears
I'm afraid I fall short
My mind is in a frenzy
That's the character these days
The tradition this world started in me
One to end some day
But for now the storm carries on
Pours steel and iron from the sky
Liquid grey to splash my skin
And leave purple in its place
How can I cry in this?
How could I make a dent?
You cannot drink the sea
You cannot scratch a scar
The ocean laughs at the rain
The clouds laugh at the waves
But I am stuck among them
Too little to mean a thing
