There is an entire continent,
between me and my sea.

The waves lap angrily at the land,
but they will not reach me.

But on my island,
I am alone.

Circled infinitely by the sea,
that grows higher and higher.

My only outlet,
to bleed.

But with every slice,
I destroy myself.

With every blade,
I slip further.

The blood flows like tears.
But I feel no more free.

No closer to my sea.