Blood on my hands and the bathroom floor
When will this stop? I wonder as it slowly pours
The blood comes from the cuts on my arm
How did I get here? What have I done?

The sea an enraged, angry soul,
But the peaceful shore will always calm it.
The vigorous waves of the sea are drawn to the shore,
And the shore will always receive and accept these tides as its own
The hateful currents often crash against the shoreline,
The shoreline in return embraces the sea and calms it
The sea is nothing but hateful, and angry without the shore,
And the shore has no purpose without the sea.

I used to fall for brown eyes
Searching for the secrets they hide
The brown color holds stiff cold lies
They are dark and deep, making you search even deeper

But now I have realized
Realized that blue eyes are deep too
Deep like the big ocean,blue
I have realized that I can fall for blue eyes hue


Brown eyes made me want to embrace the ground
But in your blue eyes,all I want is to drown