the spray of the sea is cold and clean and unfulfilling -
the rocks are shark teeth and gleam with salt.
shiver/ on slivers of stone/
can i stomach the sleepless nights all alone?
gnash my teeth and waves froth with foam
where, if not here, will i find my home?
for the sky is too dark and the sea's full of bone
i am lost within myself - inside, i am fishscale-white and sharp
i am a whirlpool and consume myself (quietly, for i will accept my fate) (i deserve it)
i am lost and i don't really want to find myself
it is so dim and heavy, here
and the night has only begun
