"Wave"
Collapsing upon a gentle sleeve.
It sinks deeply, surrounding me.
Sharp and cold, the feeling of air that plays a beautiful symphony.
A gentle touch that only a blade may crave, it's so cruel for being vain.
Reminding me of the shapeless cries.
The voices say nothing but lies.
"Please help me." The word stays dancing around.
Nonetheless, I do not make a sound.
The silhouette of it raging on.
Remind me, where have I gone?
I'm trapped in a maze.
That no one else can play.
The sweet feeling of release.
I wish for it to be my only ease.
Remain and so you say.
But I have only a bit left for me to stay.
