My sea’s evaporating,
and it comes as no surprise
always stays the same,
an explosion of the mind
hold my breath and count to ten
exhale the venom and start again
trace the ground of a sea bed floor
follows the scars to its pure but evil core
Settled silt, a deep red bruise
Heavens above become the deepest ruse
The rolling clouds up and high
Are emotional infusions of my tainted sky
Where pain, love and hate combine
With life and death sychronise
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