drifting in the loch
blackness, bitterness
fear, frustration
that is the game

like poles of a magnet
gravity thus attracts me
pulling and dragging
i struggle in vain

for a break
i'd quest too much
for a breathe
i'd desire by the ticking hands

deeper and deeper
knowing not strength
darker and darker
knowing not where

slower and slower
that my breathe
lower and lower
that i am

for a beam
set this ablazed
i'd be master
with liberty mine name..