Ascendant Stranger
finding the surface
Rain is coming â
A deathly pour,
Devouring oceans
To toss ashore.
Hopeless souls will become swallowed whole,
And those who live will live to die no more.
And do you know where you will go?
And do you know where you will go?
I've fallen under; I wander alone.
In finding the surface â above this â towards home.