graveyard

Eyes so red, 

eyes so dark, 

fingers dripping with blood,

waves lapping, 

the stench of death,

smell of the ocean, 

in your hair, 

who knew

that the ocean

could be considered a graveyard? 

So vast, so empty,

hollow with the names 

of the dead

(let's end it all tonight

here in this lonely bleak graveyard)