Solitary figure, bent and sad

A shadow on the horizon

Perched above the void

Waiting to fall into the surf

Roaring and pounding like his heart

Naked and afraid

Marked with a thousand lies

Red blood, white scars, black hate

Dreams shattered with the fall of a belt

Hopes pierced by the bite of his scream

Run far, run hard, run fast

And now he waits

Watching the pull of the tide

Whispering to him

I will hold you, it says

Wash away the memories

Love you like he couldn’t

Love you like he wouldn’t

Put my arms around you and you can cry

Cry to me, it calls

Add a tear to those of angels

Crystal waves and cotton-candy clouds

But he waits, for as the sun sinks

She who calls turns to a scar of iron

A sea of demon’s tears

For nothing is as it seems