1. IV

Smoke’s distanced dwelling
Aligned with puzzles of my mind
It will bury all your yelling
And leave no one behind

By the tide I’m chased
Standing on the edge
Nowhere to escape
Safe place alleged

Fill my lungs
With the North Sea’s purest
Show me my wrongs
The life of a purist (of a purist)

As I am dragged further down
I no longer feel the weight of air
Breathlessly, where I will drown
Every eye will judge and stare

Get rid of my worries
I feel the wind in my hair
Away the black sea hurries
Approach the dryness of air (of air)