#it was written to the song Mulholland Elegy by Doug Spata

[mygod-itsfullofstars]

The Spirit of the Surge

The swirling depths of your

Somber ocean eyes

Haphazardly, harrowingly.

They follow me from coast to coast

Aboard the haunted vessel I forged

From my very own dreams and dread.

With or without you, I believe that I have gone adrift

And vanished into the foamy marine;

The waves thirstily replenishing around me,

Pulling me too far from the waterfront to see

The cerulean gaze that once pierced my cold, soggy

Waterlogged heart.

Each night I've felt your salty breath grace my skin,

Grasping out for me, yet being sundered by the cruel storm.

Thunder reverberating, lightning electrifying the air,

Terror ringing deep into my hollowed-out bones,

Monstrous fear clinging to my choked throat,

Ensnaring ne like the tendrils of a livid kraken.

Just like you, the sea is beautiful.

But, just like you, she is terrible.

Regretfully, she enacts her vengeance.

She sheds her thunderous tears

And they come crashing into me, striking me right through the heart,

Piercing my heavenly vessel.

She begins to sink asunder

Growing further and further away from the shore

Until we are little bit dirt and debris,

Drifting in the cold ocean current.

Until all that remains is the shivering ghost of my love

And the scorching spite of Kymopoleia.