The Beach
Falling, my hands are stretched out for you and I said that I'm drowning and I don't know what else to say what name should I call you as I fall down this vortex and it pulls me in further and the winds above rage as the demons call while I fiend for you the gyre widens and the helix moves further abrupt and although I can't remember what we never had your voice is still there so; I ask one last thing of you don't let me go.