Just to say “I have no reason”,
it must have washed off with the tide.
I’m swallowed by the water
where the ocean meets the sky.
Black as death in this night.
Blue as the bruises from my touch.
Thinking “Which one is my color”?
I have never cared so much.
Rush and crashing like my thoughts,
of course some things never feel.
They are always the most beautiful
but seem so far from real.
Left completely untouched.
We grow more dirty everyday.
I have never been more ugly
or so tarnished by these ways.
Now my reflection seems cloudy,
a stranger in what’s pure.
So lost in vast confusion,
off the edge of every shore.
Through familiar eyes of gray,
Looking for this currents end.
I try to die so many ways
all to be beautiful again.