There's drops of water, sipping into my wounds,
There's blood, gone out of me,
I can feel the presence of the ocean, overwhelming( I'm drowning),
I can feel the embrace of the sun,
Igniting.
Call me by muffled screams and light filled waves, crashing against the solemn sunset,
When the mountains look like stories,
And the oceans, mere graves,
The water buried it's voice in my wounds, but you knew not.
