…For all I crave to do is scream.

For going beyond that means drowning

and I’m too good at that, I can do it in any monochrome dream

and achieve the burnt sensation of the nettled sting.

 

…But one day I will forget to breathe

at the vital moment and swallow air that they provide

so willingly for my testament and my will to leave

to choose my own side.

 

As I pull myself down and allow the sea to rush into my lungs

I want to leave you in charge,