Not Afraid Of The Rush

filled with salt

i curse the day someone poked a needle into my heart eyes,
let it bleed out and no one cleaned it up for me to see blue skies,
cos everything was technicolor when you fell asleep in my grounds,
and now my grounds are crumbled in pitch black filled with white hounds,

didn't do much but i didn't think it was needed,
when our bodies had decided to melt i thought I've never felt better defeated,
you made me find in myself a king that my tarot cards read and awaited,
and then minds changed i had to find him again myself when i couldn't believe it,

never in my life did i think id find myself so pulled into warm breath,
every sound that left your lips with ur chest inflating i felt the happiest death,
obsession was a word i reserved for those closest to my heart,
how did you break in so fast to trick my third eye and leave me to collect ashes from the start?

now i foolishly admit all the songs about ignored signs were right,
i took a risk and climbed the highest peak to jump down that height,
guess in my mind i envisioned soft clouds to break my fall,
instead i was left with broken pieces to put back burning like open wounds filled with salt.