Quiet

The stars seem to fade away,
Moonlight burns my skin,
The breeze tastes bitter,
As the ocean builds my coffin.

I tiptoe through the wet sand,
Search for shells to step upon,
Long for the sunset's embrace,
And wait for darkness to laugh.

I trudge through nothingness,
My mind sings itself to sleep,
As the white horses ahead, surge,
To trample over my numb heart.

I melt into the droplets of night,
And let the wind paint my eyes black,
I breathe one last lungful of greed,
And take my final plunge.



I guess I'm still thirsty.