Hey, even if your world stops now, 

it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say, 

because all splashes are ripples from the distance

--then rings of waves... 



Turn them a deaf ear. 



I figured it out; now I'm tired. 

I'm putting my arms down and turning away. 

And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving 

but I can't hear anything. Not today... 



Get it off my back. 

I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses. 



"She was the queen of the mistakes," 

I was told by everyone, 

"Until you made her a saint."