Sea of the Dead
Sinking
Cold hands pulling
Find the surface
Glimps of light
No need to breathe
When all is airless and dark
Sea of the Dead
No memories of life
Only centuries of fighting
Struggling
Strianing
For a glimpse of light
Cold hands pull
For all eternity
No use at all
Can't think for savage sounds of wails
Peirce the mind
Ravage the soul
Sinking
In the Sead of the Dead
Suicide was useless
This is worse than before