I'm in the boat with all the marooned,
The sea coloured purple and I'm far too close to the sky,
Sailing with the winds against me,
I've chosen the way thus far and I won't be ceased,
With pithos in hand, you've emptied your waters,
I'm the song that you once sang.

We've taken this dose too many times,
Broken pieces, they fit together,
But never in time do they click,
Beat a piece, a part is scarred.

You're in the air,
You're my taboo,
You're the scar I saved,
On an empty day,
I rain my shadows like fallen sky.


You are my air.

The End

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