Torrential
Future events seem fleeting as the hours tick on by,just 8 to go, I just don't know how I'm going to stay dry,
enveloped, swallowed, overshadowed never do I see,
a way for me to to breach the deadly torrent of this sea.
I work and slave for hours long until I can't see death,
there's nothing left for me right now except to hold my breath.
I cannot see the shore, but there it always lies,
sometimes you have to drown your self to open up your eyes.
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