Some days, most days
i could do without my head
cut it off before i drown
suffocation is a slow way to go
living in the vast oceans of what has pass'd
wars fought, battles lost
the history that once was
written out, Morse code in my mind
thunderous sounds of sinking ships
dots & dashes deafening, it never ceases to exist
.... . .-.. .--. help, sinking fast
i'll show you the frost that killed the posies
it remains intact like the iceberg that sank the titanic
it drips enough to drown the opposing stroke'rs
spaces between the echoes of a soul saved
breathless, pleading for air before the third time
waiting patiently for my three dots & a dash...