blood-letting once more;
let's waste a pint or two.
heavenly red roller coasters of
veins and arteries

dilate with nothing more than
the hint of injectable
ecstasy.

pure toxic delicacies line
intestines of precious
wasted years, nothing

accomplished but the faith
of a million highs; followed
evermore with drowned
spirits.

never letting go, yet never
quite in grasp, its a

purgatory at best.

we sit sifting

through the muddy sand
of an aging ocean,
looking for everything
we've lost.

the breaths come slower,
the fear faster,
as the sun peaks and
falls between the rocks.

the fog rolls in, the
storm creeps in, the
thunder jumps out,
the lightning strikes
out

the rain ebbs over
the flossed clouds,
silhouetting time like
a picture frame.

the seas sigh in unison
with lightning's glare,
illuminating nothing and
everything.

drowned over the cliff,
drenched on the shore,
living free underwater,
and we still sit,

sifting.