I have sailed
the most malevolent of storms,
feeling the chaos watching me,
hearing the twisted cries
of turmoil,
resounding as laughter
all around me.



The sunlight has died,
a most humiliating death indeed,
overwhelmed, impossibly,
by the magnitude of darkness
which swept through
and throughout
all that once shone bright.



The moon is starving,
craving the warmth it always knew,
longing deeply
to illuminate the night sky
once more,
giving hope
to those who were lost
in the shadows.



The stars are crying,
watching, regretfully,
as the laws of nature
become irrelevant,
and the very truth of their being
becomes a mockery.



The tempest sea,
loving, an animal it remains,
and though remorseful,
it now shall claim me
as its own,
as I merge into the water.



It’s so cold,
but my nerve endings are failing,
and I find myself sinking
deeper
into a state of indifference,
as the fear takes on a new image…
a smile



Drowning was
never so blissful,
dying was
never so beautiful,
losing was
never so great a victory…



until this very day…