Plunge Of My Heart
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The wooden planks screamed for me to follow
Swallowed faith and dreamed of life tomorrow.
Heart as hollow as the gauged ears I listen with.
Mystic grip on the fishing pole I'm fishing with.
Cast away my emotions out beneath bliss.
Begin the time when the fish cry "Why Fish?!"
Cause I'm like this, rod and reel to feed my family.
Poverty is happening and I'll kill till life's lived happily.
With this thought the moon gained a voice.
"You'll never find a full stomach fishing in these kois."
Then the dock shook the nails out of place.
I stopped to look and realized it was too late.
Feet were too heavy to run towards the levy of crumbs.
Forced to take the plunge over my families funds.
Held both lungs closed but couldn't find the moon.
Soaked to the bone, clothes drenched to the shoes.
Swam with no movement, consumed in the tide.
Assumed I'd just ride the waves through the night.
See where fate takes me, places me to face dreams.
And now, I'm facing beings I've never seen. Believe.
Hesistant at first but it was evident our world
Was resisdent to worst.. "Death leads to birth
and breath brings in hurt.. Rest without air."
The koi told me to void acceptance and care.
Nevermind reputation and egotistical feelings.
Live out the basment with inspirations at the ceiling.
Place one foot after another and step into history.
Visions see mysteries of harmony and misery.
Balancing on the tips of dreams. Hands reaching
Viciously for smiles and I'm risking vital recitials.
Pushed aside my title to feed my hungry child.
All while battling inner beings, defending me.
Pretending to see a happy family.
Portrait that portrays sunny days and displays change..
Rearranged fame against the grain, into pain.
Then slay the beathing heart that seems to dark.
Rub the shards to start a spark
That friction could never start.
With this flame, I burnt passed troubles.
Learned to laugh at struggles while doubled
Over. Grasping for bubbles. A clover
Fell softly.. Smelt awfully, old and bordered
Luck.. 4 fingers of myth was all I owned.
Beneath the surface and away from home.
My pockets were to much weight & luggage.
Held more complications than I could ever budget.
Plummit in, the spiral of death and greed.
Socitey.. Violent Teens.. Rioting.. Hungry.
Beneath the sea I finally seen this.. Believed it.
Acheieved bliss through a bleeding wrist.
Fishing with my own veins as string, heart for bate.
Tattered faith brought me a shattered fate.
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