rudderless
adrift on madness
using the wrong
points of reference
to gauge exactly
how lost i truly am
seeking signs in
sinking sorrows for
some sort of salvation
from the screaming
in my hollow skull
hearing nothing
except echos eerily
elongated in the fog
numb from the icy
water i am taking on
deadened limbs hang
the buoyancy expelled
in a static burst
spilled from sparrows
letting the undertow
pull my unstruggling form
far beneath the ebon waves