somewhere between her foul mouth and genitalia
a life dying to take her first breath
raging impurity of oceania
gives birth to a perfect death
imbued with wisdoms of the waves
waiting for a wilting love
the irony is what she craves
kills her more than life above
the dirt ground choking under her feet
diminishing sky in her lover's eyes
chasing life is as futile as the quest for truth
and the arrival of death holds no surprise
