The Rushing Tide

In shadows deep, where whispers hide, I stand, Alone, the rushing tide beneath the moon. Beneath its mournful gaze, a silent witness To my final days, once his love, now cold. His hands, once gentle, now they bind me tight, In his embrace, no solace do I find. With every wave that crashes near, I fear My silent screams go unheard, lost to him. In depths of dark embrace, my flame does fade, Without a trace, my life ebbs away. The rushing tide, it calls to me, a refuge, Wild and free, to end this bitter tale. So let the waves wash over me, I plead, As I surrender to the sea's embrace. No more pain, no more sorrow, let it end, I fade away, within the rushing tide.