Tide - Port Noir

From the white out

Secret stains

A drone

Surrounding the surface

Breathing further

A stain from my

Open mind

And searching for something more

As the waves turn us over

We stay

Far…

Far from a conscious mind

Not very far from lies

We’re searching the outskirts of my own mind

Falling under

Far from where

Though ready to burst

Drifting further

I’ve only just

Scratched the surface

I’m striving to make it across

As the waves turn as over

We stay

Far…

Far from a conscious mind

Not very far from lies

We’re searching the outskirts of my own mind

As the waves turn as over

I drift further

As I’m standing in shallow waters

The tide won’t rise

The waves that remain