Bleed at the cliffs of abandon, one with the rock-side scraping your backside, there is an ocean pounding down below that I know but you stare at the sky, as you lie, "tell me all your problems but that water, oh that water is dark." Come, bleed in the dark water then. And I'll take you on a journey. Ice I find in your veins, turned to icicle rains bleed out on the pebbles, tongue tangy with metals the earth licks your ice up, the sea bites your bones up embrace this fire, tornadoing higher and ask if my dark problems are doing alright. I'll take you on a journey. Bleeding out in the dark water. I'll tell you my problems. But we have to go underwater. What judgements are these, of the pounding dark ? There is an ocean pounding down below that you are scared to know are you afraid of the dark, dark, dark; witnessing a heart beneath cliffsides jagged with the cut apart? Bleed, you, bleed, and abandon your sky to an eager sea.