...and still i wander south

i spent so much time focused on the difference

eclipsed by the shadows of my past

nothing will sustain

nothing is built to last

there's a hole in the dark

where the waters rest

no waves in a grave

in a grave unkept

as above so below

still stuck inside this hole

my mouth is a drain

where no water flows

a jaded infatuation

nothing more

i need lightning to strike in the same place twice

i cast out a prayer for wings

anything to remove this vice

trapped in my head

where the waters rest

i've spent so much of my life

trying to get out

and still i wander south