Paint me the sea, the undertow a m
Storms break hulls, the pain never
Voice your decree, my own hued mar
So darling, paint me the sea.
Paint me the sea, an uncadenced me

To drown in an abyss of blue,
that’s the way we’ll go, me and yo

My visible scars,
though physically healed,
hurt just as much as your hidden o
The disparity is that I can’t con
I alone don’t reserve that luxury.

Love is kind,
it sees through cracks and does no
Instead, love draws closer.
Love is not blind,
for it sees deeper and more clearl

We take something designed to be b
We ruin ourselves because we’re un
If it’s accepted by the populace,
The world’s twisted tendrils of th
From ashes we came

We’ll all be sinking
no sound
no meaning
falling until we meet the end
The sordid black stretch

I want to sail away and never look
My parched throat will be the only
Dawn, noon, night; only me, the se
Storms are friendly, they invite m
There is a hidden understanding in