High Tide (The Watermark)

It's not sunrise as to sunrises you have had and others use the other's window just for lack of pride. To use psychology as her only test the ink blot never shows. What it is you would ask about round holes. In other words no one's going to look at you unless you do another soul some wrong. And some prison where they put your soul to hide, naked on the rail where all will ride. Arrangements will be made to bury all alive beneath thin veiled beliefs and how I cry. The very though that I will not get out of life alive. A warning sign to you am I about your lonely life.