- The Wishing Well

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November 12, 2015

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A thunderstorm, a distant shore, I've witnessed this before.
Patience was fleeting
If a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me.
I'll wait forever

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me
I once had love to give
I once had hoped to live
The rarest stones will break my bones and golden salt stops my lungs
The perfect limbs and haunting eyes begs the seas: begin to rise

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me

And when these delusions come to fruition
Believe you me
I will strangle my self into nothingness nothingness
And be reborn from the dream of a blasphemous fool
In my sordid pelt of mold
I'll earn back years to me
The god of a nightmare will fall as I take back what is...

Mine!
Worthless swine enraptured by my vanity
Your soul sank under the weight of gold you offered me

A waste of a life, squandered my heart until it rests upon the ocean floor
Barren
Watching the light descend deeper and deeper
A deadening feeling starts to grow in my ribs

From where I lie, the waves overflow, with my blood (at the same time)
From where I hide, the snakes overgrown, with your blood (at the same time)

Where are my years?
I'll bleed dry by myself
I wish I was someone

You wish you were someone else

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