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The Beast


It happened in the dark I didn't see it coming and it didn't leave a mark Because when the waves pull you in It tends to pull you far And when it goes to get you It hits you really hard It happened in the sea To him to her to me It was definitely deadly And more than we could bare The pain it pulled upon us Is a pain we all now share Attempting to devour us It almost stole my soul With terrible intentions I thought it'd never let us go We were drowning in it claws Awaiting a death that for certain would come slow Suffocating in its grasp How it'd end we only hoped 2 know Because A pain like this Is one that always lasts And from this question we learned one lesson... The beast with no descretion His name had been depression
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