The water crashing upon the shore
and the need to breathe.
Salt doesn't make good air
and neither does space.
A misconcetion of the ultimate thought
and the panging desire to feel.
Falsified words don't do much
but at least they're there.
An endless lie coiled in scales
sharp and cool and black.
Wonderful how they wrap around
till it seems as if you can't breath.
The ultimate heartbreak
that suddenly releases the soul
and allows it's bearer