Impossible sounds rip through the darkness that most aren't willing to explore
The shore is there but after a while
It isn't even fathomable that it's there
Slipping
Slipping
Farther and farther from sanity
The most horrifying thought occurs
Does it even exist?
Some places are scoured over and over, every inch available for the world to see
Other places are too dark to be bravely discovered
Currents are pushing and pulling all in different directions
Some things are lost, never to be found
Sometimes people will pass, all laughing and smiling
Most of the time though, there isn't a soul around.
The cries don't even seem to be coming from this body
Surely they're from somewhere else
But the cries don't die down
They get louder
Louder
Until they are so unbearably soul wrenching that they are forced to be pushed down and drowned out
Never to be heard again
Hopefully
But the ones who care to dig deeper no doubt will come to know those cries well
But as for now
It's still
And quiet
And lonely
The question is:
Am I talking about the sea,
Or am I talking about me?