SyracuseAnd the sea rolls on and on and on and I can hear your song calling to me across the waves and waves and waves. This boat is my coffin, the tides my pallbearers, the seagulls my mourners, and your song my requiemand there are better, faster, simpler ways to die. I could be swallowed up, and down and down and down, with the merciless weight of the sea on my breastbone and the current throbbing in my ears and sinking and sinking and sinking with your song following me allSyracuse3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
And the sea rocks back and forth and back and forth, and the cabin tips and sways and there isn't enough heat in me to stave off the cold undercurrent and its endless endless endless pull.
Your song draws my heart to you like a riptide and it strains against my ribs and ribs and ribs and
the ocean with its belly full of ice drags