Imagine the most choked outcry
wailing and wallowing against nothing special
destined for an empty, lost vessel
Tides of mist cover the innocent’s soul
Rush around the shore, you taken, sullen bore
Rictky, rock, against the tides you try and come back
Regrets rather leave them-self alone
Rejects from cradles, abandoned and born
Luminous shadows rise from hefty sands
Returning truths no one understands
Calm Silence
The Nameless Collective 