Bloated

On tomorrows eve I take a trip out past a distant shore
Where demons cannot find this soul, they will haunt this life no more.
Out past the bar of sand, younder past the breaking wave.
For I swim into a black abyss for my retched soul to save.

Peace will find me long beneath the green-tides salty kiss.
For on the shore I leave behind all the hurt I seek to miss.
Wing-ed creatures tearing near this ill fated life.
They that hold the pain that cuts deeper than the fishers knife.

Be ye not afraid of fathomless oceans blue.
For there will come a time that she calls even onto you.
And when at last the icy pain does find its way to cease
Rotting there you will find my corpse on the sand and at peace.