Gone by the Sea


It churns and roars,
Like hell's true lyre,
And turns the people's hearts to fire
I burn, I yearn, I perish
To taste that salt upon my lips,
To give that water one last kiss
My guilt, my sorrow, deep within,
And hanging on my last true whim,
I look down upon the waves,
My vision blinded with the rage,
And like a beast released with lies,
I yell, "Why me?"
Strong are the waves,
But fragile my soul,
I plunge,
And I am no more.

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