I feel the world well up in my chest
and the words swell in my throat
and I'm only hoping for the best
amidst the storm on this **** boat
as I throw up emptiness into the ocean
like dry heaving naught but sand
my will is gone and neck is open
I'm giving up on finding land
Alas, my wandering weary traveler
fall not to hopeless woe
for this humble hollower orator
won't let you die alone.