Our Bodies Like Driftwood

Goddess cups our ocean
Adrift the palm of her hand
She scoffs at us in time
She pours us over the edge
But she's not answering me
As I descend in kind
The echoes of our cries
Dashed upon a Stygian shore
Our bodies snap like driftwood
In the shallows we drown
Before I could know her mind
She's gone silent to me
Though I yearn to be let in
A switch to lash my soul
So she may taste my sin
Mixed with these bloody waters
And it will be all gone
These troubles that I'm in
This dying of the cries