CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
*WASHiNG AWAY*
Washing myself away on a tangent
But waking up
Jolting, gasping
Washed up in the foam of the tide again
Heaving and aching
Hurting
The gritty sand grates my old bruised bones
Until I wash myself away on the tide
To cushion my soul for a time
Washing myself away on a tangent
But waking up
Jolting, gasping
Washed up in the foam of the tide again
Heaving and aching
Hurting
The gritty sand grates my old bruised bones
Until I wash myself away on the tide
To cushion my soul for a time
