[Restless]

Not much of a poet, not much of anything really. I kinda write songs and hmm here is on about suicide(one that of course(thankfully?) never happened)

He is always by the seaside
Overcasting a storm
A storem to wash him away
The waves they crash
They promise him a painless death
Underneath the stars and the laughing moon
The horizon stretches out for miles
Marking his thirty years
Those years that just fell like tears
The undertow dares him to let go
That in her he can confide
If he gives to the tide
Submerged and fathoms down
She dares him to breath
Whispers to him the knoledge
There is nothing more to achieve