I sit, washed up on the shore
Damp; disheveled
And stare into the ice cold eyes
Of the deep blue tides
Of painful memory
A few steps closer
Cool wind at my back
Step by step
It's whispering; chilling my bones
With painful memory
Waist deep
My limbs go numb
I stare into the ice cold eyes.
Body limp; I submit
To painful memory.
