Our Bodies Become The Ocean Floor

I spent my childhood looking up to the mountaintops
Now as I return, I feel an inner burn
I miss those family trips we took
Passing by the inukshuk’s by the coast

I want to feel the water
Let it seep into my pores
I want to feel the oceans mist amongst the air
Lift my body with the wind, there’s clarity within

I’ve been stepping on broken glass my whole life
Begging for an end to this hopelessness

This is where my cold blood began to run its course
The overflowing streams, a constant state of dreams
A part of me still lingers in the elder maple trees
And I don’t ever feel complete

There was once a time when I was young and full of life
I felt alive
Breathing in every single moment to capture the simple pictures
The shutter closes

When the film runs out we become hollow vessels
Skeletons dancing in the draught
Our bodies become the ocean floor
Left to be feasted on; creating life as we join the dead

We will be joined with the dead
Stay with me, embrace the end
We suck the life out of everything we love
Until we leave a carcass to be devoured
By the sands of time and space