Failure (Aphotic)

Green waves rippled from effect From the blast of inward motion The tides is out from defect And the mass gets denser from lack of emotion Can you see a future Through the haze of the gusting winds That threateb to obliterate all With its mounting watery wall To spurn the slime and wash anew A surface so clean Untextured green Too late to turn back And start out again Complete total failure With nothing we lack Eventually thought we could have won Fuck it all, this is it, we are done