Tehom

Lapsing at my feet An ocean in front of me A burning horizon obscuring what I can perceive And it's always on repeat like cycles in life too small to see In tiny worlds below our feet You're always listening But never offering You're always listening But never offering The smallest sound to instill in me The slightest comfort in existing The silence is deafening And it's starting to get to me The silence is deafening And I still can't hear a thing Crashing on the beach Your words I can conceive The twilight comes to take them away from me Despite what I think and what I may believe Truth won't reveal itself to me Like sun behind the clouds shining brilliantly A pale gray sky stretching for eternity And it covers me Oh, it covers me Existing simply is mythology A concept ingrained in me like code I can't delete Despite what I think and what I may believe Take what was imparted to me And send it out to sea And let it sink Send it out to sea Let it sink