With every breath we die - Breaking Benjamin
It’s the anchor tied to your wrist carrying you to the darkest shadows of the sea .
Where agony lives . And the waves above you carry light .
To tired to fight
To tired to drowned .
It’s a wasteland
Beating down hopes door
Begging for someone to be home
I’m screaming under street lights
Floating ashore
Heart barely beating under sheets of glass .
Lost compass .
Sometimes the storm
Washes us to new places
Sometimes the storm
Reminds us
We are an army
We have our swords
We were not forgotten
As I search for you on the shore .
Barely breathing
He said .
Barely living
He said .
I found your letter in the bottle
Carry it in my pocket
Along with this necklace .
I haven’t drowned yet .
As they ready for my funeral
The dawn breaks
Anchor lost beneath
The ocean .
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