The soggy sad feeling of dread, was it dread?
or
Just the feeling of wanting to be dead?

Another lead for a different night as hands wonder down the body, the body of what?
The embodiment of mother nature herself, grown from the womb.
Something birth from this dying earth, someone who seemed to be free of the ink that drowns oceans.
Free of the paper bounds wrapped around tree trunks where children hang themselves.

The soggy sad feeling of wanting relief along with a clean reef, mother nature is dying and so are we.