Hiraeth.
 
 

The ocean and I, we have both learned to swallow our shallow pride,
Vanity is an open wound near the shoreline; nursed by the trialing tide,
Time has begun to bleed me dry, I’m struggling to the surface; fighting for my life.
The air that I breathe once filled these lungs but has now forever abandoned my side.

Now that I have sunk below the waves; I can clearly see the err of my ways.
The betrayal, the pain that you felt through the shaking wake of my mistakes.
This weight was my only burden to bear, but you were crushed beneath the heel,
I’ve carved more scars on the husk around your heart than time could ever heal.

I will float face down through this river flowing lavishly with my shame,
Bury my disgrace beneath the riverbank, for I cannot live with such a blame.
I took your love for granted, even when I was malnourished and empty-handed,
A bottom-feeder for your beauty; I intend to bite the hand before it ever feeds me.
All in the name of Vanity.

If home is where the heart is; you are my hiraeth.
I am native to the center of your iris.
If home is where the heart is; you are my hiraeth.
I am native to the center of your iris.

Now that I have sunk below the waves; I can clearly see the err of my ways.
The betrayal, the pain that you felt through the shaking wake of my mistakes.
This weight was my only burden to bear, but you were crushed beneath the heel,
I’ve carved more scars on the husk around your heart than time could ever heal.

All in the name of Vanity.