Water

[SynikaL]

Water​

The water ain't safe no more/
Sea of obscurity, once security, inflected its force/
Reject my remoarse, while protecting your current course?/
Never/
If you sympathize with the sentiments/
Where's the evidence?/
Disregard of any subsequent spoken sentence, displaying penance/
I'll be the wicked storm that uproots your picket fencing/
Easy/
Hostile breeze in a bottle, no more/
Raged against the confines/
So sore, so sore/
No more/
Blow the '****in hinges off these doors, bruised, battered/
Confused, scatter suppressed musings/
Prior to crafting the makeshift noosing, from my Timberland bootstrings/
Curiosity of morbid proportions, simply supports marooning/
Retreat back to the water, newly soothing/
Battles against establishment/
I have to master, yet/
Brutally losing/

. . . . .

This lyric is just a large abstraction to me. I was sitting in class one day, when I just let the orgiastic relationship of pen, pad and an idle mind do its thing. It was also somewhat inspired by a song by Aesop Rock of the same name.

Don't ask me what the water represents. Fvck if I know.


-Kye

 

[Akebo]

It was interesting. Do you have a beat to said lyrics?

 

[SynikaL]

Nope. See my last post in the "This is Not a Poem" thread.


-Kimosabae

 

[Akebo]

Oh, okay. I'm really, really, tired. So maybe later will I give you a proper critique.