A moon made from white ice hides
My dead forgotten futures
On a spine hooked like a lure
From a thin line of starlight

My leaving lovers
My guts uncovered
Held high in my hands
While I could still stand

Pain is a lie
Smaller than life
A pretty bit of butchery
A baited heart, a mind's deceit

Filled all the way with nothing
Each breath a terrible dream
Too close to see
Too far to reach

I die again in slow motion
Alone adrift in my ocean
I dare to drown great Poseidon
In the waters I dam within

A death turned to life if I drink
This grave become birth when I sink
With abandon I abandon
Dread for hope and let the world in.