A cold night for crocodiles

Gazing through ripped sails waves bury a decaying existence.
As the tide begins to blush red, these nautical depths claim the churning dead. An orchestra of the waves.

Searing sand melts away the flesh from our very feet.
Dear Heavenly Father, save us from this hell.
Without You Lord I have no use for breath.
How can such beauty reverse a sea of black?

These waves wither and decay away leaving me with nothing but affliction and the bitter taste of blood.

As aquatic blood flows through trembling hands.
Broken bones cover the ocean floor.
Judgment for their sins, they sink deep.
Flames fill the air and a sailor's grave they reap.

I've discovered that beyond sea and over a thousand hills, nothing comes close to the beauty that You are.
You gave me life beyond what I could ever deserve.
Waves of regret serenade through the silence.
We tread the tide, we sink deep.

Although these lacerations still linger, leave my flesh for the gulls