Seatbelt


Covered in your own sweat
And shaking like a leaf,
Your mother left you here alone,
A man in the back seat.
There's nothing you can do but cry
And count the seconds gone.
Hide your tears from passersby
And write depressing songs.

Sing to yourself silently,
Bury what would show.
Find yourself transfixed by
The graffiti on the boat.
There's nothing you can do but hide
And wish for moments lost.
Know you're wrong in everything;
Your loved ones pay the cost.

Rocking back and forth
In desperation's vice-like grip.
The seas of your own issues,
No lifeline from the ship.
You can only hold your breath,
Delay your own demise;

The sharks are slowly closing in and Death will claim his prize.

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