Giving up

Stand in the fog and let it roll over you

Let it devour you from sight

While the gentle moisture eats away

tiny little pieces of yourself

Don't fight the drowning tides

Let them wash over your head

and be the first among your race

to inhale without shame

Allow the earth to take your body

and turn it back to minerals

So that in a way you can serve a higher purpose

and be more than you were before

Listen to the words they sling at you

and write them forever on your wrist

Let them bleed into a contract

so you can sign away your soul

If you never forgive then you can't forget

and all bad dreams can become real

When morning becomes mourning

Maybe night will finally mean the end

But while past mistakes burn in present minds

The fog will be my place I lay

Beneath the sea my home

I ask the earth to take my bones

My bloody hands are all that remain