The waves roll in Hard and strong They crash and roll Over her tattered soul She’s trapped in a riptideSpinning and churning Pulling her helplessly down To a Depth unknown The struggle is real The surface seems so near She fights to rise aboveBut the battle is too much alone The monsters glided inSo smooth and sleekFull of grace and beauty Appearing to be so meek The warning signs were there He didn’t want to seeMesmer...
