In depth, or out in the open atlast? 
Is it sinking in, or an attempt at drowning everything out... 
Living, or drowning again... 
Kissing the depths, or just a dive to resurface yet again...

Picture credit - Gleeson, Musetouch.

A storm blows in her, tearing her soul apart, 
She wants to scream, but scream she can't, 
Standing alone on a mountain of quick sand, 
Trying to reach up, but down she goes,
Praying for the misery to end soon.

Sculpture by Giuseppe Tirelli 

Wrapped in innocence; deep, the belief,

Eyes blind-folded, a heart that refuses to see,

Trust broken, heartache to commence,

The hope you harbor, might be your undoing again.