I want to go back
To the rain glittering path by the coast
I want to be who I was back then
I want to ferment into my bones.
My lungs are so heavy now
Hands like led as I fall to bow
I’ll bow to any god who makes this sane
Will it wash away with the violet rain
Or maybe I meant violent
It feels like knives against my skin
The scarlet leaking and staining the perfect pathway again.
I guess I can’t go back, I can’t even remember that memory, not one bit.
I must of muddled it too much in my constant need to relive it.
Now it’s tainted by my past, in streaks of colors and hazy grey
But brilliant like the fire that I wish would burn it all away.