Down gently

Her tears hit like waves
Shaping me as if I was the rocky bay
I say...
For what is this
Why not send a tidal wave
For good, disorder and chaos to the coast line

Her wailing rings out like I was turning the siren
Like my hands had become this foul noise
This damnation of the conscience
Must a man not know silence or peace
Must man be apt to pretend he is the purpose of grief

Not I, I scolded yet her words fell like sharp grim hail
Like piercing ice
I was not the dream man and continued to nightmare my way
Into her current depression

Not I, I scolded her but she had her culprit and she dressed the victim
like the party was based on it
She had the way with words to make me feel less than zero and stay
to paint the gates of eternal dissatisfaction
To maintain them until i forever would be
the focal point

Letting her down gently
She guilt tripped me until i didn´t recognise my own face
Until I considered death as favourable
Until I felt hollow

No emotion known to man could fill