soaking with
hands sewn to hips
lips blacked from a deathly kiss
a treasure in open water
fears slowly follow

i wander and wade at sea
death soon to be
cursed from the slaughter
the water boils
life becomes hotter

the blizzard will soon arrive
coldness too icy to get by
sliding on fright, on past light
the shade of night
so cold and hollow

the pale of white
clouds shaped of eyes
icicles of daggers
and the snow of our toxic youth
intertwined with a mud too soft to get through

we walk with a limp
unlike the first with steak and shrimp
i pace with truth and trust
but eventually all goes to dust