new religion

the note on the wall is a clueless call
for help in the weakest hour
if she only could see what she meant to me
and that chance was a useless coward

was i the only one who came undone
has perfection kissed you a thousand times?
i consider this closed before i impose
and thoughts water down my lines

the white in my brain is driving me insane
as i was clinging to a narrow plank
when i stared at my shoes, accepting the truth
that the ship already began to sink

long before
years before

you weren't even here