You get used to scraping bottom down here under shallow waters where darkness grows tall and the mountains fall like old friends and our grandfathers.
All my worries turn themselves over like ripples in the sand and the silt tastes sweet like a buttery ****** as I pull myself with outstretched webbed hands and feet.
Cascades of blue and grey descend on times with only you and I pretending to be him and her and who and where and that mountain over there looks like a perfect place to stop and stare at the world.
Coldly beating slowly my hearts skipping like a rock onto the surface of the ocean old friends cross legged on the dock.
Above our heads no longer finding purpose here the waters crystal clear but I can't see the fish and they're so beautiful this time of year.
Reclusive smiles cast my nets against the shoreline hoping one day.
Just one day. Just one day.
You were death way before I died and I loved it.
All I have left now is to wait for nothing.

I'm very self aware with no control of my own body and these shades keep getting deeper but my heart just won't stop throbbing the ties were cut I'm wearing thin drowning in these final chapters each paragraph transcribes me as the slave and though the spayed and lonely master wont respect my mind my heart subsides to dwindle in the light I'm suicidal coinciding with my afternoon delight this is a test I'm pouring openly like gaskets from the vessel dead mechanical hands twist up the shape of dried up castles in the sand my tired eyes can see the outline of a deserted shape on top of me her eyes were slate grey and her nails were dug up inside of me the name is unimportant but her face wont be the last time that I see her only 3 words to connect her with my past just another time around the block another open door the shimmered glass is spread out like ashes in a star pattern on the floor so speak in tongues and pray to Gods in hopes you'll never have to be the desperate man that i've become devoid of all my hopes and dreams. ****.