Nov 20, 2008 08:51
the red ember of the cigarette burns dim
the hopeless black sky mocks me
the smoke flows deem though my lips too my limbs
the floating penitentiary smells heavy of old fuel and
the sour stink of marines growing stagnant.
the humanity in me dwindles slowly
the burning anticipation like indigestion boils in my belly
the water sparkles invitingly like glitter below me
the time slows as I "slip" away from the prison they call serves
the brisk salty water washes away my melancholy and I scream out not for help but
in frustration of all my past mistakes coming to a point that can not me undone
swimming down to the obis I feel the release of my breath and with it I let go with dignity