Crawling across the floor of silent seas
Have I ever loved anything enough?
To peacefully, cease to be
Tranquility seven, a sombre scene
My blue eye black from the battering
The lack of sleep, the silent thing
Five yards back, the clattering
Of my teeth, shaking my grin
A hanging man drops to the stream
Warm air, cold breeze, sensibility
Seeing men move from eye to eye in shadowed corners of my mind
Crawling across the floors of silent seas
Slow death, slow love, it's all I see