Cut myself open for you
Salt poured into every wound
I thought we had something true
So petty and small yet you act tall
Still tragic yet expected your love retracted
No long term outlook for all the over demanding inaction
The future is foreseeable when it comes to the paths you lead
The hole you recede in, No one will see you bleed
When you are confined to yourself, your own self gain
A gain so small the eye cannot see
Are you aware of how futile this is
So much effort and time misguides and wasted.
Your chosen destiny becomes bleaker with you growing weaker
How do you intend to climb the mountain of bile
Excreted from your mouth, your thoughts, your actions
No foundation for your vessel,
No legacy to leave or be followed by example
Your accomplishments are dreams not realized,
Your ideas never materialized.
An Exess of enduldgment A life with no involvement
No real end because you never began
Like dust in the wind
Like the sand on the beach
One hue, one color
Just the same as all the others.
