Nightmares

What is it that this mind trying to say?
Nothing makes sense nor is there a plot to what plays.
Lost in transition like a soul in purgatory.
Silence is what you given.
Yet I cant even blame.
Driftwood slowly returns in riptide's current.
Its not like many knew my name.
A long breath out before waves got to make my grave.
This is and always will be my spot even after the waters turn me cold and grey.