Stuck in this chair I whisper at night, into the dark no one in sight, no voice that can hear me, no one that will help, alone it would seem, no point yelling for help.

Cast in this net I'm twisted around, drowning with this ship and yet, like many no chance of being found, I could go under water, this time I just might, kicking & screaming I hate it at night.

For however terrifying this maybe it's not as scary as my dreams, you see for hear I have a choice to close my eyes and relent to the force or fight, scream, push my way to the top, float for a while, for at last I can stop.

In my dreams there is no choice, Earth,sea,wind & rain, I'm chained to the ground, unable to control what will unfold, unable to move, stuck in the cold, moulded by fear, that look on my face, covered in sweat, I feel a disgrace, the tears run down my face like the sea that can kill, I know I must have power, the will to go on, in my chair I will sit until dawn raises its head, I do not need you now nor when I'am dead.

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