Second Coming

The bridge over troubled waters,
You are to me,
You fall to pieces, dropping me,
Into the strange and unexplored.

Jumps, my father into this ocean,
To try and grab me by the soul,
Yet to be repelled and far too late,
By the beast of the unknown.

Down,
Down,
Down,
I fall and drop,
Waiting for him to rescue and preserve me,
My dear father, looking for the girl:
So innocent and harmless; sweet and pure.

There I see him, every bit in action,
Opposite he found, to what he was looking for,
A creature,
Sour and evil.

He turned around,
To look somewhere else,
Leaving me behind, to the beast,
By the name of YOU.