Season of the Mariana

  She's as hollow as my words have become
I'm lost inside her bitter scorn
Dreaming of the inch of air above her disasterous tidal wave has formed

No remorse for her weakened prey
I've taught her well in my absent state
She'd tip toe through azaleas on my burial plot in sum.
Her perfect little cannon fodder is gone.

She'd smile while she takes a deep breath and engorge on all my failures that have come
Accidentally,
I've learn the meaning of Martyrdom

Her father must be proud
She's caused the end of the world
For so many who have found
The goddess in the distance
Sweeping ocean floors for treasures
And leaving men in their place
Mariana's trench was worth the visit.