I sit here quietly, contended and content.
Just another dreary day, my mind full of dissent.
But something odd is taking place, a chemical reaction.
And deep inside my mind, I can feel the warring faction.
The fading in and out of days.
This character and scene we play.
The stage is dark.
The curtains rise.
I step out.
The silence dies.
Before this light set in.
A torch to push you out.
You drowned me every moment.
And filled my soul with doubt.
Sitting on the edge of a dock at midnight.
Just staring out into the ocean of blackness, made up of water and sky.
The wind whipping at my hair and bare feet.
The gentle song of water lapping against the solid ground behind us.