Clash... Shiroi awa
Where am I?
I question as I lay there... maybe to die
Black water…
Waves clash and separate further
White foam softly carried away
By the Black water… leaving it weak and astray
The Foam not knowing where to go
Is overcome by the darkness… left alone… that White, White Foam
Waves clash and are pushed away… far, far away…
Like bonds clash and are forced far, far away
Forced into the open sea
Burdened and never free
Overcome by that same darkness… leaving me lost, alone
Not knowing where to go… left stoic and prone
For the Water to take me
Into the abyss of that black, Black Sea