When you sing, the wind responds against my shoulders; a lasting ring.
An echo coming from the empty surface of the Ocean. A voice, capturing a soul too weak to resist such melancholy. She has desolation hidden in the hollow harmony: the broken spell has me wanting it more.
I take a step into mellow waters, salt sticking to my skin, burning my eyes, fulfilling her command. Soon the Ocean's at my neck, my chin, lingering above my parted lips. I hesitate, wait for her song to call once more. The water floods in. I am suffocating, but I want to.
It's such a peaceful thing, watching the sky disappear above you. I was sinking to the bottom of a hungry abyss.