Even if I wanted to sleep I couldn´t
Can´t you hear the rushing sea
earsplitting, deafening
As if the sea doesn´t want me to forget
And the salt encrusts my lips
petrified, fossilized
and my tounge withers in brine
as if the sea doesn´t want me to say goodbye
Everything I tell and dine
has the aftertaste of a coastline
It won´t let me forget, that you are dead
you´re dead
And I don´t want to remember
Even if I wanted to forget
there´s so much pressure in my chest
the density of a perfect eclipse
Where my heart lies submerged
but still it pumps
till the rusty red and waves blend
till the brine’s triumphal procession
till I drown
and wake up again in noise
And I wish I could silence the rush
It´s getting quieter when I scream
when I beat my fists in the shore
It breaks the salty scab from my skin
I am, cut by rocks
Cuts, made by Me
Obey the rules
Rules, made by the sea
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