Sun Of The Dying The Tide
Dragged, carried away by the tide
Swept into the sea
Swallowed by a water Coffin
Is the tide
Continues its way devouring the sand
Dominated by the Moon
Anchored to the ground like a rock
Eroding you with the passing of its
Waters through time
The ouroboros of oceans… the cycle
Repeating again and again until the end
Of everything known
Calm but unstoppable it advances
Cold and austere is the breathing of the sea
Drowning hope
I'm lost away to the ocean's illusion
When the tide leaves only Hopelessness
As if it was dead fish all around us
The furious ocean claims the tide to come back
