twisting through contorted limb sober now from distant whim batten down the hatches the storm approaches the thunder crashes it cannot wait it must be now a shots been fired across the bow what presence here has been proclaimed what once was unspoken is finally named so this is sinking or so it seems diving fathoms in lucid dreams with lungs now aching begging for air and only cold water answers with a cinder block anchor hope turns to despair ripped from the womb and left to the oceans care cold cold so sink let go slip into the depths let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips rejoice exult a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth a grave at sea an absentee whose presence wont be missed twisting through contorted limb sober now from distant whim batten down the hatches the storm approaches the thunder crashes it cannot wait it must be now a shots been fired across the bow so this is sinking or so it seems diving fathoms in lucid dreams with lungs now aching begging for air and only cold water answers with a cinder block anchor hope turns to despair ripped from the womb and left to the oceans care cold cold picking at the fucking bones that came to rest on the ocean bed whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead death is callous strange and sudden a pious indignant glutton whose hands are soft warm and inviting1