Ashen doves float within the waves,
slinking like silent demons in the night.
They curl around my body,
jaws operating like steel machines,
gnashing at my limbs.
I begin to scream for help,
but they ****** my breath,
they drag me under their tides of black,
unleashing my unremitting fear of water predators.
their teeth, sunken into my flesh,
gnawing at my mind,
painting me my new mortality.

These are my demons,
the sharks in the bath when it comes to hygiene.
the fear of the below and the depths of human mentality,
the untraceable percentage of human worthlessness,
the detestable attraction to the demise of our minds,

I float lower into the aqua,
pressure building,
unforgiving and foreboding
I close my lids, and dream of the sand,
praying it to be underfoot when I open my eyes,
but when my lids open, the doves loom closer.

The irony of a hydrophobe,
dying at the hands of the sharks.

stop living your life like you're in some kind of movie
where you don't need to make effort to change somebody
maybe it isn't what happened where you are in the urge of living life
you need to make decision though it's difficult as it is a strife
the need to accept the fact that a decision can lead to some conclusion
where guilt, hatred, and confusion are not required for prevention
climb up the ladder without the stairs, where flying is part of your mind
where you can keep in your history that life is blind
make that living on to something above imagination
though it's hard to take stairs, you need information to change the situation
trust yourself and never into somebody's relation
since it can distract and make the decision into some explanation

Somehow I ended up poor,
Ended as mere dream my world tour
Fancy cribs, fast cars, model wife
Dinner with kings and good life --
Just me and my ****** ol' guitar
Needless to say, it's out of tune.
Oh!  I have a dog - wagging its tail
Go to sleep, june
Tonight, no midnight tale