The Surge

He looked up to the sky and he screamed. Where's my fucking miracle if you're really a king? He takes a breathe at the edge of the sea. Pleading for his life to matter more. Waiting for an answer or a cure. Begging for the surge to wash him from the shore. Don't wake me. Break me out of this grave that I dug. I'm waiting. Praying. But when will enough be enough. Will I ever find peace in this place? The house of the damned is my only escape. What's this grace and why can't I believe? There's purpose in this process that only you can see. Only you can see. (Only you can see). Don't wake me. Break me out of this grave that I dug. I'm waiting. Praying. But when will enough be enough.