Auto pilot

 
 
 
 
      haven't you heard, the sea isn't what it used to be;
        though if it was would it ineavitably be wasted;
like me when on the exterior may not look so badly;  
it's do or die says the forgotten carcass with doo and flies;
 
 
 
        autopilot with the pursuit only to remain living in mere silence;
my heart erupted long ago, as what there is of my brain tired out;
you feel no good to self therefore no good to others but a collection plate during offering;
the wind in one's lungs slowly suffocate in one's hot cold relationship with life;
 
 
 
suddenly death visits; picking one's locket for the combination to perhaps suicide....