Everyday is daunting.
Every interaction is fake and trite.
I just want to sink into the blues and greens
And leave behind the shell that was once me.
Put my skull up to your ear
And hear a shallow weeping come through
loud and clear.

Everyone is dead.
All my friends are ghost or tragic souls
Whom made terrible deals for short delights.
They sink into the black and aquamarine
While they haunt their lost dreams,
And you can hear them drown in frustration,
subtle but obvious.

Every man for himself.
This ship is sinking and the water is deadly cold
And its hunger is ravenous and exact.
You will sink into the cerulean and midnights.
The last wave will feel like a welcomed dream
And the final sounds will be a deep universal vibration.
grand and final.