The water breaks
with the reflective light of the sun...

I deny the call of faith and prayer,
Walking by myself along this lonely path...

Around me pulses the surging sea
Its influence harking my words of fear...

Dying embers cast their glow upon the Victorian...
A letter burns fiercely as the ashes climb the...

I hate the rain but I love the sound
The pitter pattering and the cacophony of movement...

Into the dark and heartless abyss I stare
Listening to the chaotic churning and swirling...

They remove their mask to show off the other
They take off their costume to don another...

Drifting out of the feelings of my heart
And pursuing the mechanization of the mind...

After the rain falls and the water soaks
into the ground and the sun warms the surface...

(This is written from the female perspective)
Father of all life...

It was the witching hour
And the only sound that I could perceive...

The fight for faith is a losing battle
When the lives we take...