The air and atmosphere is grey. Almost as if we are looking through a grey screen cap, can still see colour, but not as vivid. We are on a coast. Both of us are in the ocean water near the coast. We are spread out from one another on look out / guard duty. Between us is a row boat with a bag tied shut. Someone appears out of the water between us and begins pushing the boat to shore. I try to stop the boat with my body. You try to stop the hooded stranger with your words. I can gain no good footing in the sand and falter. You begin coughing on the salty air. The stranger manages to strand the boat on shore. He climbs inside of the boat. While removing his jacket and hood, he picks up the bag and throws it over his shoulder. We both then realize the stranger is a lost friend, but the items we were protecting belonged to him. He says no words and hops back off the row boat with the bag and walks off the beach and away. We don't know what to say to each other. You just sit in the boat holding your head. I lie in the water and let the tide decide where I should go.

What was there is gone, now remains an empty hand
You swallowed your ticket stub, have a seat on the sand
Preferably, for your pleasure, a spot where the sea caresses the land
I'll take your heavy coat and all that is bland
Stow your fear, it will only taint an experience mildly described as grand
Breathe out, forfeit all that you have planned
Soon we will depart from this strand
Don't fret if we are in an abyss, trench, or anywhere with fish
Just reach out to me if you require assistance to stand

My mortal coil's defeat
Running through my mind on repeat
Few months watching life from the side line
Other's lives continue to shine
I'm not selfish, neither are you
We will all be fine
Per chance might meet again in the big blue
Don't worry, don't make haste
Without the factor of approaching time
There is only one thing left to waste

My fingers be cracking
Signs of my skeletal frame compacting
Lines of words that I'm retracting
I'm getting old. Getting lonely. Losing vision
Tired of being told and judged for my own decision
Mired in the present
Staring up at the crescent
Daring thoughts bubbling in my cup
Oozing out staining my mug
Look inside and tell me what's up
If you spot my heart strings, give them a tug

A texture that is peculiar
A taste that, unlike time, becomes more familiar
In my younger years they did nothing but repulse
Now I find myself eating them on impulse
Plain, in a paste, boiled in a stew
I enjoy them all of any hue
Talking to them makes me feel like I'm dining with a guest
If you are lonely or judged try them sometime
I ensure you that they are the best.

This place, this laboratory offends all senses. Here I wait contained in a cell. My location on Earth, I can not tell. The sounds of moans, groans, and dragging gives me a fictional idea of where I am. I couldn't pay my debt down. From my bed I vanished. Now I'm here on a cold floor. Frost creeping across my flesh. Am I in the deepest inner ring? Was I that bad of an animal? All these questions I hear echo back through the halls of hell.

Jolted from my arctic slumber by the sounds of the door opening. A mishapend man stands before me, not taking a step closer. He reaches out with a pole and hook. Snags one of the hoops in my chains and begins to drag me legs first. Scratch marks line the walls. A well lit room seems to be my forced destination. Horrible pantings and droll ooze from the other sealed rooms. I can't take this any longer. Close my eyes and dream of better things and people. I'll get free, I'll escape. Good guys always have luck blowing up their pant legs. Just relax

I'm dragged through the door way and quickly hoisted and hung upside down. My eyes slowly adjust to the bright light. I didn't think it was possible due to the cold, but I had thicker chill bumps from the view of fright. Bodies hacked apart. Parts reassembled. Constructs living and obeying. These flesh rots aren't a disease. Before me they stand surviving with no soul. This is no fantasy, this is no TV show. This is my fate. Some are sloppily stitched, while some are finely done and fit. The hum of freezers drown out the thought process. Sensory overload is imminent.

A blunt strike to the back of my neck brings me back. Am I one of them? Chains rattle, and my back and feet land on gurney. I'm slowly wheeled to a clearing in the room. Some of these abominations stare at me while others seem hollow. My eyes stop panning across the room when they meet with a feminine figure standing in a stained lab coat. Those thick brown eyes size me up and down, pondering what her next piece will be. No explanations are given. No words are uttered. The coldness gets the best of me and takes my body and gives it to her.

My legs are cramped in this cell
Where else do I fit other than hell
There is no room for me between your arms
No place on this world for the thoughts in my head
Too strange, too different, you cause nothing but harm
Debasing the life of others
The sight of me only gives dread
So what exactly am I still doing here
Laughing at things no one else enjoys
Indulging in hobbies that few others employ
My life only brings me joy
I am the biggest fan of my laughter
I'll never be one for the cliché happily ever after
This piece is as scattered as my thoughts
Racing faster than can be measured in knots
Just another sober night
Melting away under the moon light.