Endlessly, in the dark, feeding and moving, Deep beneath the surface, where it’s quiet and soothing. Lonely, amongst the dead and the rotting, Do I lie, Awaiting the opening, of the sky. For then, I can wet my flesh coloured form, Once the night begins to storm. Otherwise, you will not see, Any trace, clue, or hint, of me. For I live in a different world to you, One where the heavens, are no longer blue. Not that I would know, what is blue, For I see only A void. Please tell me, if you can What I am, For I long to know.
from: SilkyHairedDog
