The end of the dock,
a darkness tangible...

Into the dark and heartless abyss I stare
Listening to the chaotic churning and swirling...

The Divinity of entropy
The reckless abandonment of thought...

Around me pulses the surging sea
Its influence harking my words of fear...

It was the witching hour
And the only sound that I could perceive...

The water breaks
with the reflective light of the sun...

I hate the rain but I love the sound
The pitter pattering and the cacophony of movement...

Semi cooled ash dances along the ground,
a lingering heat restlessly calling from a nights...

Enjoy the little celebrations
I saw that once on a cozy for a cup of coffee...

Rose petals,
the color of blood and brown mustard...

I won't be angry at you,
but do not assume that you got away clean...

The setting sun casts its orange hue along the...
At the edge the ocean breathes, its movements...