feeling lost, i paddle quietly hoping if i don't trouble life it won't trouble me, soundlessly my blade slips into the tinted glass expecting the icy grip to draw me down, a worthless catch, devoid of what it is they want, a muffled splash, a hungry sea. i lust for the ends of the earth, mighty conquests for me, finite fights, proof of worth, certain death, i tire of having no end in sight; i steel myself to roll over, when faced with a pointless life, i'd rather die pointlessly.
