crushing waters push us below
with a crash
murky mud madness
the pressure of the endless blues pulls the blood through my skin
poor by poor
drop by drop
my heart beats hard against my ribs
i can taste the iron from my gums
but today is not the day so i release the sails
the sea swells
tossing me to the current
not unlike a pack of wolves
picking my bones clean
nothing left to waste but a sad soul
i need a siren to sing songs of hope
for my heart longs for my lover
she took the last life raft out of this hell pool
smart girl
concrete waves tend to leave even more distinguished bruises
and her face is far too precious for such
a porcelain doll in a gravel mill
im no fit captain and my sea legs wobble when i stand
let alone chase
so going down with this ship is hardly heroic or noble
just inevitable
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