A Dual Pact

When in pain I try to find

A different plain on whitch to set my mind

To distract it from this downword vibe

And thereby avoid the lide

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.

Throught 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 darksomethoughts 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 updone

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...