I am vulgar, I am rotting a corpse left under water senseless and sightlessly waiting while flesh drips off of shattered bones, Fish feast upon the stale body. Eyes stare to a sea of horror escaped souls in dirty water silence fuels my contemplation about a life that I had lived Particles of flesh escape me evacuating a lost cause A Shadow lurks within the depths A cloud of forgotten feeling with the desire to live again Emotion erased arises My scaly skin exposed to air Wounds fester from vitality and I wish to disentagrate or dissolve in evil tides The air burns in my weakened lungs and I had yet to see a face that made the pain of revival a burden fit for me to bear Before I could retreat again I learned to love the burning sun and the Shadows it cast for me.