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Under the Waves


The night’s young but the tide is high The black skies that petrify Lying on the shore I let the tide engulf me The ice cold embrace of the water drags me down Sinking like a stone I submit to the water’s grip Under the waves the colors fade away The roaring of the waves turns to bone-chilling silence Nearing the bottom I make my final plea Black abyss, take me to my last respite
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