The Sea

I drown
further and further down
in the sea.
It's much better
than long nights and ohio weather,
a poison coursing through
my blood stream.
Rope burn on wrists,
Death's heavy fisted,
my mind's a little sick,
my stomach twisted.
I curl up in a tight ball
and give the toliet my all.
Playing with matches, we were
trying to get high
and life
does something to the eager sould, they always go first because
she bruises and scratches.
I make love to my dearest friend,
A cold glass on the rocks of tonic and gin
and everyone has misconsumptions.
Like, everything's fine, some people like to believe
and that's a little of the reasons why
I drown
further and further down
in the sea.