skies full of fin

[acureforpills]

 if ever senses were obscured
by poison- this- intoxicating portion
none should crave- oh void

no braver eye did bargain 
blood and bone for kin

and clutching merely sand- I parry
dagger still in hand- I wear 
skies full of fin

no deeper sigh 
the loss of you- from

unto salted waves- my skin-
I stretch so thinly o'er the grave
- oh precious- sin-

......and left alone to change