Raging like water on the rocks
eroding the layers of my hearts rot
I’m holding on but it’s so cold
an the waves keep pounding on my soul
I’m drowning in the swells of hate
the rip taking me to hells gate
Going against the flow
has only made my weariness grow
Time continues on
an i know it wont be long
Depression becomes the salt in my eyes
my distress chokes my cry
My plea for help
before the next wave is dealt
I become cold from outside in
the cold embrace of my blanket of sin
Sinking further from the surface
can anything be able to save this
I will finally come to my knees
for now I’m at the bottom of the Sea