Empty Sea


The siren’s sing their ugly lullabies,

Insomniac nights carve deep the ebon-

Circle scars beneath my eyes.


I dream of a thousand ways to die,

But I seem to only dream, to dream.

And the churning waves of my roiling mind

Crash in the darkness of an empty sea.


Poison bubbles from my hand overflowing,

Down the dry hollow of my miserable throat;

Cutting, burning, gutting, worming, floating

Down the strangling, dangling rope.


Knees buckle in protest swinging in prayer,

Bowed in a genuflection of despair.

Butterfly hands fold about my swan-like

Neck, dragging me down to the grass-like


Carpet, seizing upon its coarse flesh.

A sea of foam froths from my spouting mouth.

Eyes twitch in twilight between life and death,

And every punishing, labored breath

Is lost in the darkness of that empty sea…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s