Swarms in ceaseless waves
Shore long lost to the inked horizon
Chills align my spine in spasms
Bitten red lips against ashen brown skin

I gulp in breathes of warm whispers

To the stars I beg to be a rose
Plucked and adorned in vast riches
Drenched with fine cut diamonds

Not bleeding out in salted oceans
Searching for that soft sweet light
That feathers upon the sea

Not even the moon casts upon me

I drown in green envious waters
Toxins sloshing in the pit of my gut
Shaken- lonesome- neglected
Wishing to be loved

To the point of incessant madness