Complexity Of Such A Wandering Mind

Underneath the blackened clouds,
The suicide propensity overcrowds,
Flaking back the skin from your hand,
My corpse on the blood-soaked sand,
Today the crows will not salvage my soul,
Im only just another death count to the toll,
The bitter tide took me, separating a channel of red,
Without end shall my cadaver lay elapsed on the seabed.