Dishonorable disaster.
Underwater moon knows
but does not speak of doom.
Shed your clothes
and come with me child.
Come down here with me.

Cannot inhale
where she dwells.
Dead sludge mouth
grows inside. All swells
and long swallows kills
me to the ocean floor.

The end of depths;
she still controls there.
My stretched regrets
God does ignore
and I swell more.

Her all can devour
in many ways
this walking corpse.
I close my eyes
and eat myself.