go.
clear the drawers of
all the compartments
you constructed
from scratch that were never
stable enough
to hold purpose

clear my taste from your
devil tongue
while I attempt to burn your sea-fared
gaze from my sight

the gaze that still lingers
in dreams
& seeks to pull the life
out of me

know, soul seeker
this is not a war you
will ever win
& one I cannot afford
to lose

your reckoning
will come
whether or not I aid
in its cause

I can only hope I'm
around to witness the flames
surround those
ocean eyes