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