Waiting for my real life to begin.

I stand here on the dock,
My mask has worn thing.
The cruel beating of the crisp sea breeze has taken it's toll.
This mask is my saftey net.
I rely on it in the time of need.
My ability to breath underwater is beging to dampen.
The water is foggy and deeply polluted.
The other people have dumped there lives into it.
This mask has clear eyes.
It lets me see things as they are.
The fog is lifted but with that comes a terriable toll.
The mask does things that are logical, not emotional.
I would like to think of myself as a hero.
That is something I aspire to be.
But I am of course only Aquaman.
I am no hero.
When I try to help, I only hurt.
I love you, I can't have you.
I love you, I hurt you.
I love you...

But I think truely the only one who can soathe the pain
is this mask.
It makes me fear that you are getting old and battered.
How can I survive without you?
My heart isn't strong enough to bear with everything.
The water I breath will begin to choke me and repulse me.

I fear so much that I'm losing my Abilities.
Please sea, Please Sea what I can not.
Let me think Logically.
Because my emotions are as riddled as your water.

I ask you as your king.

Save me.
I'm the only one who can.