Dark Tide
Is it not a shame?
That when I give this such a name
I am bleeding only what is sick from me
And only saying what I should strive to be
When finally that night sky buried me like the grave
I never expected you to ever save
That thought that grew claws and dared to cross our brain
The night our heaven became my only hell blowing in like a hurricane
you sensed it then
like an incurable disease my 7 circles swallowed you piece by piece.
their mouths open wide, taking in a meager feast
Like your tragic yell for freedom drowning me in the tide
An ocean, we alone, floated like a master-less ship
Turning this way and that but ever on a current heading south
Down and down until we reached our nightmares ugly mouth
And our 8th circle took the ship down it’s throat
Us lashed and tied hand in hand around the mast of our boat
And while hand in hand
we began to float from the mind, our legs like weighted, drug our bodies down
But instead of going under water we simply stretched the length of the sea.
My 9th circle was you and your 9th was me.
worse was that you could tell I was but a shell of what I was born in the flesh to be.
flesh that came to breath new was shattered in the darkening brine
Did they all say we should’ve seen the signs?
They said all it was, was that “endorphins lie”
No..
your not gonna tell me we won’t make it by and by
That we won’t try and try
Heads floating and feet walking stretched from wave to sea bed for eternity.
Our hands tied together at the wrist
Don’t tell me we won’t walk it by and by
Pull us thru
some from me and some from you
wrist by wrist and tuning out the laughter of the mind.
turn out and make the clouds in our eyes turn to clear sky
You once told me we would never make it
they all told us wed eat each other alive
and we knew it was the truth within our eyes
But our pride slices that at its neck
and we watched it bleed out while we capsized
We said we could always empathize
Feelings die
Respect does not.
Unless you lie
Hold onto pride until we rot
Too much then not a lot
Hold onto the driftwood
What we don’t do is what we’ve got.
Isn’t that the truth?
—C.R.Stanger
Written-Unknown-Around the same time as “Beneath the Tide”
. Idk why this was privatized .. it never had been before and I just found it and made it public again.
