secrets of my soul

Secrets of my soul rough tides rise higher & higher as night approaches it fills the sky with blackness of death reds of fire andthe only thing one hears is the cries of burning bodies they cry in agony louder louder ... overwhelming it may seem intoxicating are the fumes BUT as dawn appears nightmares cease cold it broken love surfaces to thehorizon and pink sets themood listen as thesilenceofday begins this motion is continuous rough tides... gentle tides... roug... gentle r. gentle till morning light