somewhere I'm trying to find the pieces
which made me me
and now I'm wandering and waiting
oh so aimlessly
in gardens overgrown with seaweed
and fish but what attracts me the most
are the sharks and the devilfish
which promise me a quick end
from this briny thick mess
where I can neither swim nor drown
nor reach out nor call
and they promise me a quick goodbye,
a lingering demise, a painful surprise
that won't be quite unwelcome in this fog
where I do not wish to exist at all -
if were not but for you.
