After Sundown I stare intently into the dark black silvery waters streaming along the edges of our boat
Until I saw the undyeing abyss displayed before me striping away my senses to a bare mindless replica,
Where I sit at the edge of the boat drugged into silence, blindness and to an overall feeling of numbness,
Where I lay the pain of icy needles shocks my body I wake up soaked in ice cold water, surrounded,
As my senses slowly return I hear voices, whispers, louder, louder, louder until I hear yelling over my still cold body.