Shark Week (B-Side) - Silent Planet

Piece myself together — such an intricate puzzle

Fragments of a fragile heart

You’ll return from afar to a new son to pull apart

I’m drowning in your damage

Born this enigma

Left to carry the stigma

I was the sound of a shutting door

I was the sound of the pain you can’t ignore

Flaws in your design: a collage of faults that line your mind

I was the wound that would never heal

I was the void in your heart you couldn’t feel

Loss personified: forever your son but never again your victim

I awake beside a tortured twin, my crimson reflection, trapped within

Fill my lungs with insufficiencies, I’m the effigy of your iniquity

Born this enigma

Left to carry the stigma

Baptized with boiling water, branded with a cancerous seal

Reenact the dread of your past

Paint despair on my shaking back

But now I bloom: your discarded scar flourishing despite the disregard

Extract the shame grafted to my name — remove the splinters of bone from our

broken home

Metabolizing suffering growth will eclipse adversity

Stand between what was and is to come

Clinched-fist past meets my open palm

I’m not the wounds you gave me

I’m the light that flows inside

Enduring as the ocean, resilient as the tide

I won’t drown inside your damage

I won’t sink into your shame

I’ll build a home for hope from the wreckage in your wake

I was the sound of the shutting door

I was the sound of the pain you can’t ignore

Flaws in your design: a collage of faults that line your mind

I was the wound that would never heal

I was the void in your heart you couldn’t feel

Thoughts personified

Forever your son but never your victim