Aya Azura

I am sitting alone on a boulder in the middle of life's ocean, cautiously shying away from the waves lapping at the rock to get at me.
"I don't know how to swim, and I am afraid to sink."

My mouth can't make out the words "Helicopter, SOS."

Eventually, it'll get dark and cold, and so will the lapping waters.

I will ignore the pull of the Tides, and warm in the glow of the Moon.
I will ignore the pull of my Soul, and warm in the glow of the Moon.

Because I don't know how to swim.

Oh son, take away your look of pity, for I call myself Goddess of Darkness. Yes sir, I made my fear a title to be reckoned with. A title well deserved, so steal away your look of pity dear. No signs of my weakness desired here.

I will ignore the pull of the Sun, and warm in the glow of the Moon.
I will ignore the pull of the Stars, and warm in the glow of the Moon.

I sit alone on a rock in the middle of life's ocean, shying away from waters trying to get at me. I glare in contempt at thriving life grabbing fear by the balls, and squeezing out pleasure. My hate belongs to me alone, and I needly hold on to the only thing sustaining me.

My mouth won't scream out SOS, and I ignore the pull of the Sun, Stars, Tides, Soul, and I grab madly at my throat, where Love screams to get out, as I claw and claw with desperation;

LET ME OUT!!! And it pours out red Red RED, and red is all I see, and red is all I hear, and Red is All There Is.
Son, take away your look of pity.....

I don't know how to swim...