the-undergraduate
Its scary,all dark,all black,
I can barely see a thing and the horizon is just but an arc,a light straining to shine through enveloped by the engulfing darkness
I can feel the storm building up
I can sense the whispers in the breeze turned wind
And before the hail storm delivers its wrath,i need to get home
Sit by the fire place warming my cold hands
If not,at the bottom of the sea is where i shall be traced
Drowned by the salty tears that fell from my eyes
Anchored by the sorrow that consumed my soul
