I have been left to my own sweet devices
Staring at the ceiling
Feeling the urge creep back in
Thread by thread
It’ll overtake me eventually
The disconnect that occurred when I was young
It tingles something nostalgic
Poses as my friend
Like anything with a nefarious conscience
It’s just waiting for me to be within arms reach
To snatch the pistol from my holster
Point it to my temple
Assume control over my vessel
And lead me out to the water
I’ll cry out to give the world hell
From the point where the wave breaks upon land
To the view of a washed up shell
Step by step it all becomes more real
The sand between my toes
The water now neck deep
I have just one thought
Before my head goes under
“Acceptance of the unknown and my soul to keep”
Followed by the arrival of thunder
It vibrates off of the ocean floor and caresses my sinking body
As the moon begins to shrink from my vision
I enter into the aphotic
Than it all goes
Dark
