Into the darkness I walk.
Hand and hand with the unfathomable flock.
Leaving footsteps as I stalk the docks.
Hands in pockets, filled with rocks.
I begin my journey with locks on my ankles.
Breathing in, working against the clock.
I hear my heart squawking like a trapped hawk.
Inside my head, listening to the knocks.
My lungs fill, balking within my plummet into the darkness.

For once, I fear no rejection.
In the darkness there is no direction.
Only the natural selection.
The perfect connection.

The correction of my death in deepest, blackest of waters.