Darkseed

When in pain I try to find
A different plain on which to set my mind
To distract it from this downword vibe
And thereby avoid the lie
The rushing tide has no remorse
It might hold me if I cross its course
But the suction of its waves
Has taken many a mind to grave
Last shred of hope.
I cling to as I float.
Through the lightless night...
And here comes the tide...
Grave and dark ? a dual pact
Overpowering the ones who locked
The energy to pull out of such mire
Their very souls torlured by fire
High tide ? in my soul
No more darksome thoughts uproll
Past are days when I was feeling numb