Tales of Torment: The Sea of Red

the waves of desire, they torment me

an empty beach will portend what is bound to be

disappearing footsteps can't hide the torrent's history,

red in the river rapids reveal just how this war went-

there is no warm scent,

no taste of victory,

only the sound of the reaper's symphony-

this sea of red is not pretty

these waters are like no other-

the same waves i wish upon,

they drown me in my own thirst

what was once dry ground i stood on, immersed

in a flood of proclivity

there is no one who will sing,

not even the sirens watching,

they're patiently silent, waiting for me to sink

into this sea of red

the reaper stands on these waters,

from beneath i can see, a beautifully horrifying mirror-

on a scroll my life can be read:

"he drowned in every sin he fed"

his symphony plays, the sirens sing now

the waves of this sea of red have roared

and my fate, has been poured out

it is on the floor i lay now, of this sea of red