Ends from the Abyss Calls
No stars, no light,
Just a dreamless sleep.
As brine smooths curls,
The wails call me… pull me under,
Like a wrathful sin.
More silence,
I'm a whisper,
Like a crown
Creeping under the skin.
We un-gated,
Bury,
As if spoken or soothing, be quake life
The wails call me… pull me under.
Dislodge the wounded shells,
The wails call me… pull me under.
Like a lost soul.
More silence.