[Most of the time I am high on ego. This piece I wrote when feeling small, overwhelmed by the vastness of life itself, and realizing that every breath I take is to destruct the lasting part of it. Things can be so sad when weary.]
Upon seas of starvation
Cast away and confused
Where no beacon can pervade the mist
But I have set sail to harder storms
The wind roars thunder
And whispers the word of wolves
Hunger
Dearest vile
Lay your ears to the voice of the wind
Like a familiar stranger
Who has overstayed his welcome
I craft my doom
The daily world fell dead to me
The seas of starvation flood in my name
I craft my doom and burst into tears
A stream, an ocean, a dead-end in tears
The tongue used in prayer
Makes murder sound so sensual
A kiss with a searing pain
From a mouth that urges oceans to rise
The hopeless sail abandoned
Downwards drowning always deeper
In the blink of an eye swept from the sea
Upon seas of starvation
Cast away and confused
Where no beacon can pervade the mist
But I have set sail to harder storms
The wind roars thunder
And whispers the word of wolves
Hunger
Dearest vile
Lay your ears to the voice of the wind
Like a familiar stranger
Who has overstayed his welcome
I craft my doom
The daily world fell dead to me
The seas of starvation flood in my name
I craft my doom and burst into tears
A stream, an ocean, a dead-end in tears
The tongue used in prayer
Makes murder sound so sensual
A kiss with a searing pain
From a mouth that urges oceans to rise
The hopeless sail abandoned
Downwards drowning always deeper
In the blink of an eye swept from the sea