His Arteries Pressed,
What's Blood is Now Indigo
For He Pulsates an Ocean Across
His Thin, Paper-Skinned Skeletal

The Water Runs Deep
Though with Life Underneath
Only When Drowning Can One
See the Neon-Lit Streets  

This Dive-In Devotion That Drives My Parts
Into the Abyss
With my Anchoring Heart, Never Shall I
Return to the Surface