I am cold this morning, restless,
hungry for the man on the cliff.
Trapped in his world,
he stares straight ahead.
Come to me

I will give you rest.
Do you hear the gulls?
They mourn you already;
they are only gulls and they won't tell.
No one else will know,
no one else will see,
there is only us.

I will carry you
away from all this.
Bobbing, splashing, gurgling, we'll slide away
together. I will swallow you into the darkness;
consumed in my belly where it is warm
and safe and dark and peaceful;
there will be no noise.
There will be no more.

 

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