I heard they were gathered on the beach
They were just beyond the thin wooded walls of my shed
Laughing, speaking, swimming
A safehouse, a cage
I peek out through a knot in the wood at their unreasonable unfathomable joy
How can they laugh at moments like this?
They blow off their consciousness like the flickering flame of a warning lantern
Partaking in frivolousness while i choke down the truth
I stare down at the floor of dirt and sand coated red
I stare out at the sharp crashing waves of blood
I stare out at the incoming storm that hides the sky
I stare at the sharks with their eyes on anything, hungrily devouring it inside their head
Everyone laughing, splashing, drowning
Blissfully unaware of the danger in only the most menacing way
As though they chose this to drive me...