I see the view,
Of me and you,
Looking out the door.
You shout your heart,
A bleeding dart,
Laughing only more.
What you do,
Is up to you,
Killing for fame and heart.
I will not,
You will rot,
We will remain apart.
You don't see,
This blissful sea,
Your ocean's colored red.
I refuse to use,
To only amuse,
Your metaphor for dead.
I bleed out,
You only shout,
Is any of this even real?
Maybe one day,
You will say,
I finally know how you feel.
I walk away,
From your bloody spray,
Looking to the sky.
I feel bad,
You, only mad,
Why do you even try?
You thrive for life,
I suffer in strife,
Looking to the ground.
Maybe you'll hear,
The screaming fear,
That surrounds you all around.
You need to stop,
You lustful slop,
I can't help you anymore.
You tried to die,
You only lie,
Washed up on the shore.
You lay there dead,
I watch and dread,
What if that was me?
I think I fear,
You being here,
You wouldn't let me be.
-eedis
