Nailed in place
Fingers casting lines unmet
Through an unseen fog
To only silhouettes

Injured ships are dragged
To off shore graves

There is nothing to discuss
On either of our shorelines
Loving days are dying fast
Can we only hate the same?

Resorting to indifference
Having no frame
Of reference

Pull me under
Drowning my affinity
In distance and
Obstinance

Pull me under
Drowning me
By bottle or by boat

Last time
I was here it was so cold
And I was in pieces
Shattered and broom
Swept
Cobblestone hands intertwine
First time last time every time

Searching for servility
Left with disparity
Drinks
May dampen the blow
As our skin breaks to easy

Your primitive skin
Sinks
Like a stone
Casting empty lines
To vacant minds

I will dry my salt-water
Eyes
Swimming deeper once again

Cutting my heart line
Cutting my heart line