Lost within this mad decent

A quiet pain with dark intent

Fickle, dancing, feral dreams

I rip like cloth along the seams

And what I am comes spilling out

Like scum upon this sea of doubt

And here I float an empty being

My heart won't thump, my throat won't sing

Then storms they come to sink me down

Into this watery graveyard town

To drift among the whispy dead

Souls broken, bleeding, underfed

The light for us it barely shines

As kelp with legs slowly entwines

Until you just cannot get out

Just wish and wash and sway about

The darkest chorus, the mourn of souls

Who died while never reaching goals

And so they sank into this sea

Trapped with the fishes, the kelp, and me