Hanging in the ocean deep
Slicing the water's edge
Recalling the last real smile
Recalling the teary shed
A flogging gust of wind
The stripping rays of sun
The cracking whip of words
They flay my hided pride
This very familiar sight
Or sound, or taste, or touch
I'm wretchedly exposed
Again, again and again
Scrounging my last few senses
Beating my soul to sleep
I close my eyes to death
And feel it once again