the paper, the pen, my eyes

…And with pity in his voice he broke the silence:
“The years have gone rough on you, my friend.”

I’ll meet you there, near the shore
Do you remember our time here
Where the river runs red
The promise you kept
Are you sure?
The process of trying time and time again
The sum of all my failed attempts
The trust I sold in vain
The way I’m unable to forgive you
Your deception pierced my armour
Throughout these years my idle trust…
Couldn’t touch you
Unable to break you
Now that I found you
I’ll teach you what it means
Where the coastline’s blackened out
And where our river runs
The riverbank is painted red
The place where you’re left for dead
Near the shore
In the water I saw you drown
This was my promise
I’m sure