I Own the Sea

Apathy forms my ways that
endlessly ruin these days.
I am empty as my heart,
verily, verily falls apart.

Awaiting high above the debris, he
Bears the gift of light to breathe.

Whirlwinds of emotions, drowning into oceans,
Lord, hear my cry;
Cry waves, crashing as tides into the deepest
caves, that arouse the raging bats, fluttering
through the aging draft.
I'm drowning to survive.

Awaiting high above the debris, he
Bears the gift of sight to see.

Silence breaks this noise, stilling
all with a deadly poise.
It causes a great shake that places
secular values on the stake.
Only to impress evil intention,
Forever is its eternal suspension.

Awaiting high above the debris, he
Bears the gift of life to me.

Lucid

Swift is their own surmise
slowly seeping away truth,
disguising iniquitive acts.
Reach to the Heavens,
for Hell grips down,
depleting oxygen, screaming
for the skeletons of perfection.
They quake the earth, devastating
the indecisive souls,
eternally eloped to ember.
Corrupt, their hardened hearts,
soft only for lustful sin.
Focus high above
beyond visible light, for
darkness shall be conquered,
diminished into dust.