Back to the crushing black deep,
Curtain shadow and starless black
Oil well swelled swirling black
Frost bitten dead toe black
Cruelest of cruel cursing soul black,
Crushing bastard black,
Rage thrashing sea.
Pass me the blade I will end this quick,
No more sinking from this sinking ship,
Leave the noose; pay the hangman’s tip,
Tie the boulders to this lead brick
I am jumping from this revolving ship,
Throw me no more lines.
Further into deaths cloak black I sink.
Further deep into the dead man’s drink,
Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink.
Heavy iron binds the chains that link,
That pulls me to floor.
Let me sink down further still,
To the black sacked cat sleeping drown
Seashell sounding whooshing drown
Dead patch eyed sipping sailor drown
And on milky-way grains,
Leave me to lie.
As I lay I look up through the black,
Tar beach sludge black
Oil glued winged bird black
Cancer lung black
Smoker’s death black,
Smoking black sea.
In the dark of my pitiful demise,
I look to the heavens at broken skies,
I see a pair of marble pendulums looking down at me.
Golden rich deep brown eyes,
Stab my heart with a lightning bolt jolt.
Eyes that hold with cobra stare,
Break down the dark, supply the air,
They lift my heart from its coal black pit,
Gives me the strength, supplies the grit,
And so from the grain I begin,
Her hair of raging black flames,
Wild burning bright illuminates blackest night,
All hell takes flight, vineyard soil of blackest sight,
Blackest black hair.
A smile that would make the ungodly pray,
Singing hallelujah, armies of trumpets play
Pearl gates open to welcome coming day
I want to reclaim my soul I say,
And so furthermore,
Passed the patch eyed sipping sailor,
Passed all the wing glued birds,
Passed Jack and his frosty brink
Passed the ships of past times sink,
And all the forgotten souls,
And back to her arms I will always return
Back to her embrace her heavenly burn,
I will always find the strength through my sinking demise,
To swim up towards broken bluer skies to meet her loving arms,
And so always,
I shall rise.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.