I know it’s time to go
All my memories are on the wall
I need to complete my goal
I need to live more year
I have a place to be
The mention of the sea
With my friends on beach
Floating for my life
I don’t have a place to be
I’m drifting on the sea
With my house friends
It’s all memories
Allsorts
That Day
It’s that day, the day of death,
The day of no will, the day of last words.
I’m scared,
I shouldn’t die yet,
Or should I?
I’m weaker, they’re crashing harder,
The waves are too strong.
It was such a perfect place,
Only to become a disgrace.
I was supposed to protect this family, what family?
I can’t do this for long,
I have failed this job,
I’ll now try again,
In another life and maybe next time
I won’t fail,
A House’s Enemy
I might not have long left. But
I know it’s time to say goodbye to my loved ones.
But as a house.
A single wave was my enemy.
My biggest enemy as I watch it END my family
With nothing to do to help.
I felt so heartbroken.
Now all I want is one thing.
REVENGE!
Eroded Home
Today is the day I leave,
to join the hidden souls taken away by the sea.
My parts?
Swept away by the cruel tidal waves of the one who pulverises hope.
My people have abandoned me
My will to live fades every day,
My fate… has been sealed.
Life is a pointless lie,
made by the villainous sea as a joke,
as life is a synonym of peril,
I stand on a measly sea stack,
soon to be a stump.
We Are
We are the smoke that clouds the sky.
We are the blade about to end your life.
We are the ones who wrote the end.
We are the predators with an unending hunger.
We are the weeds in a perfect road.
We are the virus plunging the world into chaos.
We are the wrong unable to be made right.
The Sound of the Sea, the Salt and Freedom that Comes With It
The beach is where all secrets hide
Hidden whispers buried in the tide
The beach is where the memories last
The first thing you think of when you think of your past
The beach is where you have fun
The only place where you don’t have to run
Where salt meets skin and hearts feel free
The beach is the best memory
From jumping through the gentle waves
To looking for treasure in hidden caves
The beach is where you can be free
The beach is where I am me
The War of Land and Sea
The sea is my enemy
The only one I have
It stares at me mockingly, chuckling evilly
As it crashes into me relentlessly, many of us have fallen
And it seems like I’m next
But remember one thing before I go
Us buildings never forgive and most importantly we never forget
Sausages on the BBQ
Sizzle, Flip, Sizzle
Clang, Drop, Clang
Sausages on the BBQ
Sizzle, Flip, Sizzle
Loss
Once a perfect pure place,
Now a soon to be a disgrace.
Walls and halls and photos too,
Maybe next is my roof?
The vicious waves crash on my walls,
Sometimes I think it will take me all at once.
I am a punching bag for the waves,
This is not a game!
This is the last I will speak,
The waves are my enemy!
Help me, please!
People need to stop cutting the trees.
I Think It’s Time
Days pass as I get closer and closer
Nothing left for me
I might as well wait for my fate to be.
Heartbroken with no way back.
It’s my final day
Will they remember me or will I stay in a dark place of their heart?
It’s time to be one with the sea.