It's as though I've abandoned myself,
Standing before my own grave.
Unable to weep,
With tears drowning out my hearts beat.

The salt slashes down my throat,
Filling my lungs.
Until there is nothing more to coat.

Shame shall rule,
Be my only burning fuel.
To push me forward,
With egoistical selfloathing.

Oh how it feels to sink,
Into the midnights shower.
Left to drink,
Nothing more than the puddles stray ink
.