A harbor stricken to posses such power over the bay

The lighthouse still as it is 

Flickers on a gloomy yet forsaken pass

 

For a moment to bestow such wither

Shattered beneath my skin

Such heat and yet frozen Blood running wildly on my vivid soul

I'm lost in the mist to blindly wait patiently. 

 

Moist moist moist 

The ocean roars as once more o hear her Again 

Distanced I watched once more to that sound 

A light to bathe my soul of fire 

It runs instantly by my breathe and power 

Yet moaning to hear Her once more

Should I turn off the light 

 

Alas nothing more but a memory of our youth once more to sail away my dimension of joy 

A hollow wishful sound to distanced me to her

And yet she seems to be alive some where out there 

 

Shall I swim on this forgotten tale

lost beyond infinite waters

And fail to seek the lighthouse that cannot grab a hold of me 

But the distanced memory that lands above the surface 

The sound of demons thrashing the cold sun and the burning mist

Pulling me...

 

Yes I must go beyond and now I stand still 

I behold that creation where emptiness rots away from empathy 

My body stricken where stars witness the drown 

Never returning to breath poison of the air 

Maybe shes sailing or walking amongst all 

And to forget I ever stood in the lighthouse 

It stands there 

Alone where it buries nothing more but an infatuated darkness