Oct 21 · 1 min read
Photo by Michael Benz on Unsplash

I walk on the cliff, it’s night and it’s windy.
The full moon is reflected on the black waves beneath me.
They are big, they are scary.

And they tell me, they want me with them.

My anger dissolves in each spray,
My head burns with the sound of the waves crashing
The empty wine bottle, dangling,
From my ink-stained hand
And in the other a large black marker.

The white cliff under the moon in tears
Corrupted by that eye
and from the bad, dirty writing.

In the end, they are all the same,
That I wish the sea would swallow me up.
Maybe you could still save me,
And now many wishes,
You will end on that bottom too,
I can’t drown so much

Because the sea loves me,
It watches me walk
Eyes wide open, like a madman
Dark circles below, like deep trenches
An hollow face

So fuck you, I give you this bottle, asshole
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