Waters Edge_

Waters edge, not just in mind,

wash away this thing of mine.

Tide, turn me black and blue.

Sink me under the waves,

wash me up on a shore,

a place I've never been before.

Fill my lungs,

than spit me back up.

Let me breath in air,

that I had forgotten.

Turn me 'round and 'round,

till it washes away,

what I need to forget, 

the things that made me sick.