Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? (Who will guard the guards themselves?)

I dove into the freezing water

to try and catch

the steamship leaving the

green waters.

My fingers,

black and gone

now to never learn.

This is a place I never wanted to be,

and I can’t save myself.

The bottom of the ocean isn’t

so cold if you don’t think about it.

Pills

Pills

Pills.

Drink the seawater and swallow what you can.

There was never a cure for it.

Crying in the rain, never knew which was which.

Stacking stones,

Praying.

Pills

Pills.

Love.

Pills.

Drowning was something I wanted

So I swam to the deep

And to find,

One cannot breath.

And you can’t float on

Or you’ll die unless you’re

trying to drown yourself.

Then you’ll live and die.

It’s cold.

And I’m lying

Drunk and on a coach.

The floor is cold

the buzz rings out and I lunge.

To see colder words.

To cry now would be such

A blessing unto a hotel floor.

Dirty and remembrance

To lose again and again

Leaves one thinking he’s not very thoughtfull