The Kraken

The weight of the waves relentlessly presses down

Crash after crash, no air left in my lungs

Petrified, no energy to lunge

No other hope but to drown

 

But even the air of the deep

Have no control over me

I swim, kicking and screaming up to the fractured light

Because even in the bleak ocean’s might 

I refuse to go down without a fight

My unchainable passion burns with the strength of the Kraken 

 

The sharks repeatedly ramming against my ribs

Snatching my last breath

Tentacles entrapping my legs

Dragging me further into the depths

 

But even the creatures of the deep

Have no control over me

I swim, kicking and screaming up to the fractured light

Because even in the bleak ocean’s might 

I refuse to go down without a fight

My unchainable passion burns with the strength of the Kraken 

 

The water melts into the sand

The light just feet ahead

But even when I reach the ascent 

My blazing heart beats on 

For even in the calm, I still embody the passion of the Kraken 

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