8th Ocean Dried

Dry, like you cannot believeNot wasting time to grieveI'll stop obliteration,I will leaveA shiver down my spinea figure once divineThe strength of desperationcrushed your shrineThis sun is fadingand time was never part of this allianceThis sun is fadingand I was not an object of defianceDiver of the vastness of your waters,chained and prayed to set me freeNow the pores released the spitedrained your ocean off of meThirst, consume me, show your greedYour leeches I will feeduntil there's no more bloodfor me to bleedCome wash away the stainelation after painthus no more of your traceswill remainWater's burning, winds are turningI command now when the sun sets…