The Angels That Pull You Beneath (v2)

Drowning below an ocean of darkness. Light pierces the veil of black.

Against the rain and blinding mist of the night, a glowing halo to bring me

back. The brilliant grace of a figure so lithe approaches my writhing

form. Fighting for air, I'm reaching towards her glare. I'm begging for

relief from the storm. An outstretched hand bathed in white inviting

my grasp, beckoning me to save myself from the tide before I

breathe out my last gasp. Reaching out my hand gets closer to her,

my grip closes through the air. A translucent image reflected, there is nothing