Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Sea leaves all it touches
Coated like a reluctant margarita
This Ocean has claimed many souls
Even more lives
It parallels my mind
That almost claimed me
The breakers never cease
Not even remotely at night
If you were to be emerged within either
(As I Am Always Within One)
Do not become idle
the thoughts
the waves
Will surely consume you
I know this
Because I have seen the flames of hell
Creeping through the ocean floor

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