I am the shipwreck with its scattered and soaked wood littering the ocean like a nest of roaches.
The water smothers me patiently, and it waits to feel my body on the ocean floor.
I am the captain.
I stand alone with my ship, never leaving its side, for tonight I sleep in a shark's stomach.
The tears and rain both hit my face, as I lay on the deck and wait to drown.
I am the thunder, and I am the storm,
Hear me roar as I deafen all,
I conduct my orchestra as loud as possible and conclude with a violent smash.
I am washing the splinters from within my heart, and I scream as it pumps
Let my lungs fill with water as the broken bathtub leaks