nights are best spent
melting into my bed
feeling waves crash over me
being pulled down to the depths of the sea
in the thin air
when the blankets feel like waves

and I can't see beyond this roof but-
I know there are stars above me
that knowing doesn't much frustrate me
I wish this world didn't have such a-
hold over me

I wish I could
drown in the sea
not my bed
it would be a far more honest way to die
I'd rather be ripped apart in a tide
than
black out under sheets
again