My brain is made
Of blue fumed glass
That glistens with
A sea of thoughts
And ripples in
Their memories.
My hands and skin
Are simply sand,
Rocky structure
For my sea to stand
Upon, and spread
It's ideas abroad;
A human figure, but
None-the-less a fraud.
My hair is waves
To the wind
A whispering tickle
To my skin
It flows when pushed
By the airs kiss;
A lovely version
Of a sin.
My eyes are wide
Bright with pride
Of pure perspective
And many years to live.

My story lies
Hidden in the waves
Of my ocean
And it's lives' graves;
Quite like the lines
Atop a page
Filled with secrets,
Love, and hate.
I'd tell you to come
And take a swim
But you'd be there forever
In my sea within.