A Dual Pact

When in pain I try to find

A different plain on which to set my mind

To distract it from this downword vibe

And thereby avoid the lie

The rushing tide has no remorse

It might hold me if I cross its course

But the suction of its waves

Has taken many a mind to grave

Last shred of hope.

I cling to as I float.

Through the lightless night...

And here comes the tide...

Grave and dark  a dual pact

Overpowering the ones who locked

The energy to pull out of such mire

Their very souls torlured by fire

High tide  in my soul

No more darksome thoughts uproll

Past are days when I was feeling numb

Till the turn of tide will come

When the tide is in I run

Wash away my sins I come undone

Trying to ignore the Sirens' call

And into the void I fall

The rushing tide has no remorse

It might hold me if I cross its course

But the suction of its waves

Has taken many a mind to grave

All panic's banned,

Inhale and take a stand,

Walk with me tonight

But here comes the tide...

Daylight returns  but nevermore

Returns the wanderer to the share

One last time allures the Siren's calls

And eternal darkness falls...