Current swill is sour
The intangible of never
Bitterness biting

Consciousness seething
Hiding the wave
A clouded grave


Stand alone to see the sky
Clouds form tearing open

Under weight pressure builds
Push up to fall down


I fight the rising swell
I die, tomorrow's dreams
Awake in sweat, a clouded realm

Fighting a twisted arm, a tangled moment lengthens

Tomorrow came far away

Another life, a different time

I fight, I die, awake