salt.
lust after her salty taste
my lips, they sting
i cannot stray
nor can i hold
follow the tracks
they run deep and far
my toes, they bury
i start to sink
drown into shallow breath
my lungs cannot sustain
kissed by shadows i am
she will come over me soon
though my end i know near
i do not push
instead i pull
though speed will be encouraged
take me, i dare you
ready i am and have been
destroyer of worlds
destroyer of me
care i do not
though should i?
different question
time not to think such things
mother may cry
father may moan
so might i
but fear i do not
sunken by salt
my mouth filled by bitter taste
after all - lungs not sustain
sink me oh precious grain
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