pearl of the amber sea
tear on the ink of the world.
astral visions, unending and cyclical before my eyes
playing songs of sticky terror
and the despair of a hundred lifetimes.
shaken and empty before the end of the world
or of a dream of what never was
and what shall I do, with my body, with the void?
a shaken husk
grey with the rot of dogs
and the stink of past lovers.
will I be swallowed?
will I fade and never see circling crows
Or will I stand, pearl of the amber sea
tear on the ink of the world.