Down
where the rusted taste on my tongue
Is all that remains of what treasures are kept in my veins
Breaking free
holding the warmth
the haze
and salt water
Counting the heart beats

Grasping at the surface
too far down
Filling up with
The warmth
the painful haze
and the bitter salt
Reminded one last time of the beauty of living
the beauty of life
A thousand breaths
A thousand cries
A thousand thoughts
The essence of time
wasted away

All goes cold
And I am free