the vultures will soon have their fill

these words are dead to me. go and run. where is the highest tide. we have been thankful that this is the end. all i see is red. in this sea, the blood red sea. you are choking and choking in the undertow. thousands of miles away from shore. i watch you from above struggling in the rain, in the wind, and in the blood red sea. i watch you from a tower, i watch you from the light. you wished for darkness and you got night. you wished for no savior and i watch you wash away. i watch your soul wash away. i watch your body get torn to shreds. and washed away. this doesnt bother me because you have lost your chance. and i am saved. now wash away and down the drain. i dont care.