Sleeping with the fishes

has become such a vile term.

I think sleeping on the sand

in a blanket of cold, gray waves

with colorful angels kissing you gently

as your hair spreads out like Aurora

and the only thing you are missing

is the tired frown you've be wearing,

and there's shoes to keep you grounded

more than anyone ever could.

I think that its a more beautiful term

than anything else

because it promises peace,

and I've desperately been wanting

sleep.