Broken pictures

We sleep dreamlessly
and blend seamlessly
into the ocean
somewhere
near the bottom

a broken
stained picture
missing words
and losing its worth
so it can set
between walls much finer
than those to each side
and fly away from
what they call disgraceful

pretty eyes stare me down
from the lands of afar
something whispers in my ears
a comforting voice
they laugh
they cry
and deny
that we all die

place face value
in something so petty
and worship the shine
of its polish
and devour it
consuming your mind
breaking your sprit
to consume more