Consigned to icy currents
As lifeless chum
Brimmed with angst
And eons of struggle

The surface withers
From my lowly niche
Carved into the depths
With the drive of festering sorrow

The earth sways on
Blissfully
As I sprawl apart
With eyes welded shut

In a slow waltz
With asphyxiation
My soft-spoken friend
The truest I’ll ever know

Blue curtains are drawn
Over the cold, dim wilderness
As weightlessness
Crawls through my nerves

I Inch away
With the few triumphs I know
Smothering them in secrecy
As self-retribution

The surface cares not
And few dare to grieve
For it was all for not
A mere rambling waste