It is of that certain hour
that your correspondence simmers down.
I am struggling with that loneliness
that burns the bed I lay down upon.
To further the pain,
the heart takes a stab
because my mind is the strongest organ.
If I wonder off into this dream,
leaving the light and descending into
the deeper waters of sparse life...
I would not recommend for you to follow me.
The ocean is filled with dangers.
A shark would devour you
before you'd be able to grab my ghostly hand.
Jellyfish tentacles could ensnare you,
burn you with poisons.
You might get the aid from gentle whale sharks
or an ancient turtle.
Just think about it. Don't enter the waters.
I am not worth the trouble at all.