The stormy doubts are approaching,
I can sense them miles away.
Responsible for the ruthless ocean,
My soul implored to betray.

The howls of the wind wave,
While desires drown decisions.
My past turning me into a slave,
All is left are my blurred visions.

Your name becomes a plea,
In my discomfort of existing.
Ripping my skin to get free,
from the ardour I keep resisting.

O tonight your shady vow,
Disclaimed me completely bare.
If I shout and you don’t listen now,
A thunder will hush our nightmare.


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