We Don't Need To Inhale Sorrow And Feel It's Toxic Hallucinations

Though the tides swiftly pull me under,
I cough up the seas
And it's ever-calming breeze.

My mind still functions
Although the water wants to eat me alive.
The seaweed's filthy claws grip my feet
And the coral slashes at my ankles,
Making them bleed.

The ocean's rage will dictate how I die.
I knew I would become the water's next meal.

I pleaded with the sea, asking
"What debt must I pay?"
The waters replied.
Not with words,
But with a sign.

A single seagull flew over me
With one leg, one eye, and three wings.
The grey clouds cast a shadow on my lifeless body
As I drifted further and further out.
I could have sworn I saw the hand of God
Pointing at me that day.
"You are like the single seagull.
You may not have any physical deformities
But think about what is in your mind.
Within your mind, is the key."

I understood what the sea said to me.
I knew the reason why.
Because I am nothing but a creature;
A worm.

Serving no purpose
Than a purpose of my own,
I lay back
And let the tide swiftly pull me under.
I cough up the seas
And it's ever-calming breeze,
And take you with me.