I believed in something once...
Why does it all seem so cold?
A shrill sound yelling into empty night.
Bottomless echos haunting a faded past.
I'm not the person I was...
I don't know the man I will become.
Right now...no better than driftwood.
The brutal ocean is my home.
Whenever I take a breath...
The instant I think I'm safe...
Dark shadows move below.
A storm stirs liquid hate....