Bait.

I hunt what terrifies
Chase the tides
That swallow life
Addicted to feeling  
Being  
Alive
 
Our talks that  
Challenge
The games we play...
Thats what you crave
Sweet rushing waves
 
Dividing forces necessitate  
We separate
But there we wade
Waiting  
To make
Crashing mistakes
 
This time
I decide  
To be carried away
Theres no meeting again
At the edge of the bay
 
I won't expect the current
To change or turn
There's where you're wrong
There's no return.