The Tide

wave after wave.
invisible current pulling me under.
nostalgia creeps through my veins.
i scratch and bleed the memories out of me.
waiting for the next fit to come
sweep me off my fucking feet
my body hits the rocks
and im left to dry in pieces by the sun.
where were you when i needed you?
lost in remnants of what used to be
leaving you complacent in the present.
im so fucking sick of bleeding myself dry
this reaches beyond anything you could fathom.
infected cells keep regenerating in my bloodstream
this sickness tears right through me.
in waves i was shattered upon the rocks
i stand up and walk away.