"Grasping At The Air"

"Grasping At The Air"

I have nothing to hold onto.

I am grasping at the air.

And you can't hold onto that.

There's  simply nothing there.

Hope is just a rope to strangle

yourself with.

Gone up in smoke are all my wishes,

like the seagulls at the beach

that gut the innards of the fishes.

I'm just a carcass drying up in the sand.

You'll just walk over me.

I'll go out with the sea.

And when I do then I won't even be there.

But when I was there wasn't much left

of me anyway.

So why did it surprise you when

I took my life that day?