Day fades to black
And black to nothing.
A pinprick in the abyss.
Feel the creeping cold
Stabbing like knives.
Even though I am in a
Warm coat
I'm breathing but I
Don't feel alive.

The return to the
Masses yeild millions
Of petty thoughts from
All directions as
Everyday people live
Content in hatred.
More alone among them
than in the middle of nowhere.

On a boat at night rocking
as a gentle lapping fills the
silence between water and sky
never sure of what lights are
real and which are an illusion.

It doesn't matter.