Sleepin with sharks

[fuckoff]

im feeling my face, sweat runnin in beads like a nunnery race
i know its silly, but brother i prayed, prayed for summin to change
someone to blame?.. tension couples fear like sams summer of hate
my disgruntled face like thunder, stubble grain cold barely open eyes like slate
heads sky high, up in the clouds.. inflated like monies in kuwait
all my dreams are gone now, they suddenly fade away or crumble mate
subtly slain, or made to dust, by a reality trickier than a Russian gun game
the water before me's burning, it holds a innate fear like flames
as it brakes into miniature waves an relays back my murky reflection
but it could never quite capture my crude earthly apprehensions
theres a question cemented in my head, in huge, inconceivable dimensions
relentless, i feel it on the wind of every word i dare to mention
demented, cause it follows me, and honestly, this is probably front
but for just a moment.. im given the courage... to jump...

shes been my world since day one,
it was like a rebirth
i could never have pictured a time
where i would leave her
we'd flirt, we'd fuck, and then
she'd wear my t-shirt
never argued, she was too pretty..
i could never be stern
cause she'd turn,
flick her hair an smile,
an end up with her knees burnt
at first i even felt at peace with me
jus cause we worked
and well, we both fell into love...
feet first..

my shadowy figure, hit the water in a fit of torture, limbs as stiff as riga mortis
it split like quarters, an welcomed me into a world i only know from short clips
of attenbrough visitin orca's... but my only thought is.. your a corpse kid
im flooded with discouragin images as vivid as any authors have ever drawn in
nauseous, at war with the forces, im so different from your normal snorklers,
not equipped for it, my thoughts are awkward raw things.. i consider an awful forfeit
my hearts fightin my head, this is mad, not me, instead im normally cautious
sick rises in my throat, an hangs itself.. i try to remember why im doing all this
i sink like a bemuda boat, lookin up for help, but that does nothing to reinforce it,
as im fallin deeper into the darkness, all i could think, on the life of my daughter,
was this old quote from chaucer


"Then you compared a woman's love to Hell,
To barren land where water will not dwell,
And you compared it to a quenchless fire,
The more it burns the more is its desire
To burn up everything that burnt can be.
You say that just as worms destroy a tree
A wife destroys her husband and contrives,
As husbands know, the ruin of their lives"

i dont sleep...
cause tomorrow comes a little later when you waitin for it
i feel a little out of place, in the cold, like a vagrant foreign
swimming down shit creek im forever chasing torrents
this whole situation.. me and her.. its tasting horrid
an i feel vacant for it, withering, like im laced with agent orange
iv been patient, course its tough when shes such a head fuck
i know iv been a little distant lately, we aint said much
an you been out a lot, yeah i shout alot, maybe i aint worthy
i guess if we made it stop, youd be better off.. would it hurt me?
personally, i cant think of anything worse, youd prolly call me selfish
but i figure thered be a element thats selfless, if you felt this
i figure youd get me better.. i need to go...
i need to write that letter..

its shadow sinks into the dark, making light of the spectrum
the perfectully formed hunter, it expects you wet through, respect em
its eyes menacing, its teeth cuttin water.. it considers kids tasters
with its viscous skin weaved into a neat patchwork of little razors
toppin the food chain, cuz, move, cause it'll be you maimed
as tough as it is deadly, there aint another in its class man
you better pray, that you never fall into a shark tank...


its silhoutte slithers,
an never stops,
i quiver an fret,
see its path is never blocked
its head large, the ultimate threat,
its jaws forever cocked
ready to strike an dismember,
I stop, ready to die, i sink
they slink through the shadows
race past me to fast to catch a real glimpse
i turn only to see darkenin fins
I stiffen up, an feel the weight of the water
feel em brush at my toes
im a lamb to the slaughter,
and its then
its then that i saw her..


I saw her bangin her fists at the glass, mouthing my name
even in the deep water, i feel the sound reverbrate
but i swam down all the same, ignoring the shark fins
i hovered close to her, untill only by glass was we parted
I could see her fear, tho mine had passed, i jus smiled an sank
while i pressed a laminated note on the side of the tank...
as she reads tears come to her eyes, an streamed out ephatically...
it said..












'Please..











Will you marry me?'