The kind that come out of no where
In a cold night
Destroying every wall
Making it's way down every hall
Drowning you and everything inside
It's consuming
How the night and the water
Sing my funeral
I couldn't hide
I knew it this time
I stood on the deck and let it take me
I was bare
The mass I built for years
So strong and steady went down first
Hand stitched the photographed memory
The water was warm
As I fell under neath
Feeling all that was buried within
The rogue was my seine
Dying to him
To never live again the same
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