there's something about the blow of the wind
like sharp, whipping stabs of pain bringing no hope
of recovery. peeling my skin to reveal the flesh
and my veins are ropes that hang my fate.

curse the night. i'll leave this place, barefooted
i'll wear off my clothes and walk to the beach
on the shore perhaps, when i soak my feet there
i'll step on some shells filled with lies and myths.

naked, i'm here now, ignoring the sky
i remember the night when she whispered the word
-goodbye-  like the art of dancing - million fireflies
burning my soul and turning it to ash.

my feet are wet, atlast. and  i'm going deeper
this portion of the earth's too shallow for me to drown
the pain. like poems in a torn off paper. deeper
i go deeper, until i forget how to swim.

and the moon would solemnly watch me to sink
and the stars would then hear me catch my breath
the powerful force of the winds and the waves 
would push me deeper to my death. in the abyss.