washed out

violet fires swaying in the wind
speaking through the air
laying it all so bare

there is a house standing all alone
constant in its stance
never had a chance

silver fox in the forest crying for the night
makes it so sincere
like the stars so crystal clear

unseen hands taking it all
may it close its grip on my neck
so my limbs go limp and my eyes roll back

stranded on a rusty ship on a restless sea
all alone with people i do not know
wishing for flames i knew long ago

my skin grows so pale along with my spirit
aging slowly as i waste away
along with this ship that bobs and sways

if dust should ever settle the rain will come
with the moonlight everything shines so bright
catching little things with pure delight

ever true is this honest journey
the line is right and always straight
just its own melancholy state

at our destination i am the anchor
down into the black of the bottom
where i was born and where i am from

there on the shore is a bed for me
under the sun my eyes are closed
images of bliss only i will know

tiny birds in unison always fly together
i can only watch in envy
just sitting by the sea

crescent hues reflect on the waters
catching it off guard
crashing down so hard

coming into view just over the horizon
slowly falling into place
ready to interlace

i have no idea where my path will lead
close my eyes as i dive right in
always a different place than where i've been

i wish to carve it into my bare skin
can i go back to where i've been
where i've been..where i've been