T H I N

I know the pieces fit, because I was there when they fell apart
Must have been without a cause
Mildewed and lost
Corrosion of self, in the sea of perfection
Paint is thining, my shell is soft
See, when I think of you,
Me, Not made of rock
Pretend the past ain't real;
Sea of rage,
Testostorone,
Cock

I set you to sea
Know I don't know your name
Your face is left whispered
Burnt temples
She
must have
never
came

-Kaylub