Here I Go Again;

Will it begin or end?

Water floods in

Trapping me below deck

Snapping my neck

on a crate

filled with rye.

I quickly die

thinking...

What could have moved the ship this way?

The fabric of reality starts to fray.



Here I Go Again;



I see no other men.

The saltwater sticks to my skin.



I look up, knowing I will see a great wave ready to pounce onto the ship.

Inevitably ending with me snapping my neck on a crate of liquor. I don't know how or why I know, I just do.

Something told me not to go below deck. Which is why I am here now starring at this would be wave, but it wasn't a wave.



It was one creature, and a thousand.

Melted, or boiled together.


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