“ The siren of this vast oceans precipice tantalizingly dangles the hope of obtaining her loves solace as she slowly utters sounds of ecstasy whilst her lower lip trembles and her hips and thighs quiver in unison as my name trembles precariously on the tip of her tongue, awaiting its descent into to the abyss of my inner eardrums and the degradation of its intrinsic value as it soon becomes inert and worthless, eroded to its bare minimum by the seas salty waves with no redeeming qualities to speak of. It, like this ocean is lifeless and empty, yet teems with the vigor of a body that yearns for the touch of another but never receives the opportunity or the invitation to obtain it, for one is not yet worthy of such gratuitous lies or vices until they are ready to accept their own humbly debilitating station in life and dwell without a partner to call ones own. One who’s voice calls out to the weary with a false sense of safety and unrealized dreams with an inebriating sense of lust and adventure. One who promises so much yet delivers so little whilst obtaining all they desire, one whose touch is so sexually stimulating that it is overwhelmingly blinding and intoxicating to the senses, leaving one mentally drained, begging for the chance to make her scream out blasphemously sacrilegious utterings in vain while orifices of a pleasurable nature are pounded until twilight and smiles and laughter of a lovingly melancholic form of deceit are displayed at the beginning of a new days occurrence, making the ravaging of her body a hollow victory as one waits for the unannounced scorn of a love untouched and a potential untapped whilst an uncharacteristically serrated dagger that glows with a luminescence that refracts the suns rays to scorch the retinas is plunged into the back from behind by an assailant known all too well, severing the spine in two, while she walks away unscathed, awaiting a sigh of defeat yet hears nothing but the utter contempt one has for her actions, forcing her to walk away unsatisfied, leaving her to search for a new target to torture until her hunger is satiated, but the truth of the matter is that it will never be satisfied for it is not her victims nor her enemies who suffer, but it is she, for she sees what she could have yet has to live and be burdened by the consequences of her inability to make sound decisions and the karma of her most recent transgressions. Incessantly haunting her every waking moment and lurking in the depths of every dream will be the remembrance of every failure, with each creating an almost concrete urgency and unabiding necessity to change and start again, yet realizing that it is too late to change and it will always be. So she lingers in the empty void in the abyss of the ocean, letting salt water seep into self-inflicted wounds, awaiting a rescuer who will never come, uttering the names of men who she had at one point forgotten and cast into the darkest corridors of her mind, for they were the ones she should have kept but let get away and race into the arms of another to realize and experience the euphoric feeling of what it truly means to experience true love and bliss in reciprocation from another, and yet soon my name will be next in the inevitable line up of her failures, but my arrival will never come. The fog will wipe away her progress towards a new beginning and her chance at salvation will be forever lost and her feigning facade of strength will soon subside and resemble the remnants of the hearts she had at one time shattered and tossed asunder, leaving her to stare infinitely into nothingness as the waves gently caress her skin and the oceans breeze wafts in the air and teases the senses with the chance of an escape, tainted by the all too familiar realization that the opportunity to do so will never come, and so she’ll be forced to sit and watch in utter disgust as her reality slowly becomes undeniably dreamlike, and her dreamscapes turn into nightmares….” - Me - Excerpt from my poetry