I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was
so you could put me to your ear
and actually hear yester-year's ocean
I was in shape then
A much better built body
of water with infinite waves
and fathomless depths
where you could have gone deep-sea fishing for compliments
and caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments
Now all you get is the boot
You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought I was
Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds
Where we breath the same air, it's just done differently.
And I'm trying to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element
Compromising intelligence
I dabbled in watered-down thoughts that
filtered in from main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the most quiet nature brain
Scream from exposure to the types of things that
won't necessarily make you happier
They'll just give you a greater range of emotions
And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of
Fantasy land
Where people think they're as safe as cartoons
Simply because they speak in bubbles.
A sanitized safe-haven
Where you could face Satan and
Have his faith straightened.
His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and
Have Neptunes place taken.
They'd swash-buckle with their pitchforks
While Lucifer shit-talks and rips
thoughts of coral reefs
For relief he'd be like "bitch, walk"
From this oversized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly
To unhealthy degrees
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink
On transparencies
And posting them to the glass boundaries that
Surround the seas of change.
Strangely enough, while bringing back the reel
I could sense intense resistance
So I had no other choice
but to cut the line. I'm not
saying you're overly naive
I just think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.
Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough
To throw back what I catch
If its underdeveloped
And needs time to grow; though
I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you.
And I want to kiss your lips better.
I sympathise with the sorrow by
Stroking the scar of my own traumatic experience with
My excommunicated tongue.
See I know exactly what you mean when you say
It hurts too much to talk.
I've been there.
I don't plan on returning 'cause
No matter how much of a distance I kept
Or how long I waited for my wounds to heal
They'd re-open with the slightest flashback
So I sued time for malpractice
That bastard's a hack with a
Rusty scalpel and
Barbed-wire stitched thread.
Instead of seeing things clearly
They're pitch red and there's this glitch in my head
That's got me thinking contradictions
It said:
"There are more fish in the sea!
Whether you hear me not,
Or you listen to me.
Whether you listen to me or
Hear me not!"
There are more micro-organisms in my teardrop.
But fear not
I'd never sink as low as to
Make my ears pop.
And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league
And don't need me
Meddling
Sending sonar signals
High-pitched notes or symbols.
My voice is thrown far but ripples are only caused when you cast stones
But you shouldn't throw rocks
If you live in fragile fairytales.
"This really means something to me...
Ill always treasure it as... a token.
No you won't...
This is for the girl who loves me,
the girl who cares about me for who I am,
not what I look like!
I just wanted you to know what you'd be missing.
You think I don't appreciate art,
you think I don't understand fashion,
you think I'm not hip,
you think im pathetic, a nerd... a lard ass fatso.
You think I'm shit,
but you're wrong,
cause I'm champagne, and you're shit!
Until the day you die, you, not me, will always be shit!"
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