Monsters of My Deep

Thunder's belly rumbles across a gun metal sky.
The world must sense the storm between you and I.
Rain.
Soft wet static sound.
Dampening the fibers of sadness.
Is there ever really an answer to be found?
Darker thoughts naturally emerge.
The tide at the shore of our wounds is low tonight.
The soaked moon looks fallen snow white.
And there you are, fallen, lifeless.
Lips purple blue to never speak the truth.
Lost in a sea of me, you drowned.
Among the monsters of my deep blues.