the riptide have ****** in all that your chest can carry, the salt is grating coldly against the inside of your head, leaving behind trails of grit, killing the rippling thoughts where the desperate **** you hold onto cannot keep afloat as the fury come crashing down, thundering and screaming a piercing whistle in your ears, and that knotted, twisted clench squirming underneath your ribcage, you fight for a breath of air yet the sea ***** you relentless "where has gone the light?" you ask, "where has gone all the joy of the world?" you sink fast, fast, faster, until the darkness starts to drown in your head do not cry, do not weep do not lie in your bed alone while your soul is weeping with sleet, my dear, you are never alone the sun will come to filter golden warmth on your sheets and crashing tides will steady and the fury will clear, guiding way to a life of tranquility