poetry moetry... or a song

[skarlath]

I am a rock, I am an anchor
tied about your feet, I pull you deeper
Bound by me to you enternally
in your bottom grave in the sea

Tossed aside like a used tool,
insuffurable bindings me to you
two years later they pull you free
from your bottom grave in the sea

Discarded me, not a thought
I am your doom, part of the plot
I killed you, holding you selfishly
in your bottom grave in the sea

Caught in some fisherman's line
pulled from the scene of the crime
I am a rust and stone legacy
from your bottom grave in the sea

My owner, caught and implicated
Yet i'm the one that perpetrated
The murder. That you'll see
in your bottom grave in the sea

Studied and scrutanized,
Examined and filed,
Now i'm exhibit 6E
from your bottom grave in the sea

-wes, bardic heratige