Memory Breathes like a cataclysmic tide

With Sharp rocky tendrils reaching out

Bent on my demise, I’m shattered through.

Slammed against the walls too high to escape,

My body wrecks the havoc in a never ending Nightmare.

Pulled under into icy salt water, my lungs fill with water instead of the screams I’ve released.

There I stay battered and bruised as memory breathes through me endlessly.