Battered by waves of desolation
Tossed in a sea of despair
Sucked in spiralling whirlpools
Clutched by an icy hand
I struggle to ride out the storm
Progressivly weaker, I thrash about, but
As the seventh wave gathers, fear paralyses me
I become helpless and swamped
I plunge deeper and deeper into black oblivion
All is silent and still right now
Quietly, I languish in the sudden tranquility
But this, this is just, transitory
The effects of miss-use have taken their toll
The clammy coldness slowly destroys me
Now I look for an end to the darkest of storms
I long to sink deeper and deeper and deeper
I yearn for the cool calming caress of gentleness
I want to surrender to the peace it offers
I know now I am to be in this storm alone
That I well fight until my dying day