Matsuri
...To Those Who Sailed These Seas Before Us
Its been years of drifting endlessly in dark; no lightWhere is grace? Where is bond? This stone swan a poltergeist(i've lost all touch, i've lost everyone)(and I wonder if it is possible)Pluck all feathers let skin become thinner(I'm not sure who's given up on who)(for my heart to be this hard?)But bare body flaws the sense of worth and doubt soon lingers(how am I still alive with my guts tied into knots?)These arms are anchors the have no features(how is it possible for this burn to be so hot?)These ribs are bursting from a skinny worthless creature(how is it possible for you voice to travel so far?)It's been years of drifting endlessly in dark; no lightHollow to be buoyant in this vast sea, thick entireWind to whip these crests to kiss our faceCurrents to drive us tiredFuck these wings they melted when we rose above the treesWax still clings to flesh; feathers coloring the breezeThis will be the last time I tryThis will be the last time I flyI'll trade these innards for a set of oarsPaddle hard; paddle towards; I still have life; I still want moreLet the waves sweepLet the currents pull us in towKnots fray, black swallowed weightPull us in tow
From Letras Mania