Watch me, oh hope,

While the rivers, take me

Down with, the slopes

Under, my cheeks.

It is tears, that wash, their way, towards safety.

I had buried myself, in arms,

Only to turn up, to a face, empty and listless,

Faulted, for my agony.

Watch me, oh hope,

For I have reached, the end, of the rope,

Have let myself go, to the bottom, of the Earth

Where waves rush, against my ankles,

As pain squeezes, my flesh,

While fires do not, want to die,

While my face no longer, wants to hide.