What is the current and where does it flow, Secrets of the sea only a true tide shall know, In a world drifting between chaos and hate, Drifting in this madness a finger ready to blame, It’s not as bad as it seems just open your eye’s, finding that paradox hidden inbetween the lines, Consentrating our fears as well as our just desires, Ultimately this world is a burning spire, Feeding off the negativity is how we push through, We all act superior without a solid clue, How many times have I said it just look away, Savagely ironic in this misty grave, A world tilted on bitter regrets soon the tide will come and soon as well the end
Creed's Poetry 