keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)

cut myself on the edge of the map

reach out to the nebulous light
and take hold of it like catching colds
like a lover in boldness
like a last life line

here there be monsters
and i, a starving sailor
shivering in my boots
murdering with nonchalance like a whaler

stood righteously against
the rust ridden railing
chin jutted out toward no god
my arrogance puttering and waning at the sight

a large fleshy mass
grotesque and piercing eyes
a calculated release of air, spraying
water into the deepest reserves of my mind

cut to black
like a film screen
zoom in on my face and perceive
my skin chips off, acrylic paint exterior

did i die for your sins or mine?
what is a sin's weight if it can be retracted?
absence of it
a black hole

i look to the heavens and see only
the absence of it
and i scream and only
whimper and gargle roughly, choking on stone

and my insides are surely bleeding
boiling as the mass hammers me
into the state that which human beings
should never reach, mangled beyond repair

a/n: bury me at sea.