Under the Waves

Fri, 05/31/2013 - 11:33 -- WieJ


United States
41° 35' 18.3804" N, 73° 54' 44.8812" W

The night’s young but the tide is high
The black skies that petrify
Lying on the shore I let the tide engulf me
The ice cold embrace of the water drags me down
Sinking like a stone I submit to the water’s grip
Under the waves the colors fade away
The roaring of the waves turns to bone-chilling silence
Nearing the bottom I make my final plea
Black abyss, take me to my last respite


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