Burn

Living for everything that’s killing me, it’s eating me alive. Having Conversations with god, asking for one more try. Swear I’ll change my ways, but we both know that’s a lie. Every bridge I’ve built, I just burn it to the ground. So dig a hole, six feet deep, under the mud, under the leaves, under my fingernails and the dirt won’t leave. Scratching at the surface, I just wanna Rest In Peace. Been lost at sea, cold and alone. Take one last breath as the ocean carries me home. Been using pain as my compass and now I’m sick to my stomach. Been punching out the walls and you can see the blood on it. As the water fills my lungs, the sea grips my soul. I take one last breath and let the ocean carry me home.