patience is a virtue
but are we really going to let another year go by
while we remain ships in the night?
it’s not taking it slow, it’s letting go
if you want to be a ghost, be a ghost
but just know the more you haunt the more it hurts
if i get by, if i survive
at least i can say i have myself
at least i can say i did it all on my own
every storm, i steered the ship through
every war, i made peace treaties
i didn’t have any army, i didn’t have a crew
and you don’t seem to have a clue
alright…i’m weak, i'm a coward
alright, i’ll admit i need you
i need to see you on the horizon
i need a guiding light
nested on the crest of the ocean
i can dream all i want but i can’t find a way out
my tunnels always collapse, my light always burns out
the least you could do is show your face
shine a light in the night
tell me one day it’ll be alright
a sickness i don’t understand
feel like i crushed glue sticks in my hands
i can only think to cry
but it’s a grease fire
i’m going to dive into the sea
and you’ll have to find me
i’ll sink into the deep
follow where the fish go
they know they can feed off my bones
take your time if you’d like
but the longer you take
the more i’ll be eaten up
how much of me did you want?
i always got the feeling i was much too much anyway
so, i’ll feed the beasts instead of becoming one
will you let the ocean kill me?
do you find it thrilling?
i can smell the melancholy in the air
they always liked me better as an idea, didn’t they?
in the womb, they dreamed of me
and after, they’ll think of false memories fondly
“what she could’ve been” if only I’d the chance to live
simple minds love a plain white canvas
the rats have rallied around me
i'm black the death
i’m being thrashed on the rocks
can you spot my white flag
in the crashing waves?
i’ll wail like a siren
to draw you in
take your time if you’d like
the longer you take
the more i break
how strong do you think i should be?
i was always told i was too sensitive
so, i won’t cry over this, but i might die instead
will you watch as i turn the water red?
would you be able to spot me then?
do you like me better as an idea too?
is something tangible too much for you?
is it easier to imagine me dead?
-- allamericangh0ul









