sorry. Been in the Bahamas with my parents. Nothing looks stupider than a goth with a tan. I have to hide inside until I'm white as a Death's Head moth again. I love this poem. The image of underfed souls makes my skin crawl. And it makes my soul realize how hungry it is.

Someone didn't spend enough time in the kiddie pool as a child. You need some sun. Grab your water wings and face your fears, man.

Like it's not hard enough to go into the water. Not after that horrible movie about the beast beneath the waves that comes for you when you least expect it. God I could not even shower after that film. I was scared to death. You know the movie, people. That's right.
'Splash' with Daryl Hannah.
Shudder.

Brilliant ditty, this! I like the deep-sea, underwater angle you've got going here. Drifting among the wispy dead sounds like the sort of thing that would feel really great at the end of a long day. Like sinking in to a warm bubble bath, only instead of a bath it would be an ice-cold ocean and instead of bubbles you'd have bloated rotting fish-eaten carcasses.