Oxygen
I spent a long time drifting,
In this ocean of mine,
No passing traveller lifting,
My loneliness this time.
And all I do to pass the time,
Is listen to the dark clock chime,
And watch the levels fall,
Till death itself does call.
Adrift in seas of blackest night,
'neath a burning, shimmering light,
Which scars my eyes and cooks my skin,
As my bones grow weak, and my muscles thin.
The sky to me is an inky canvas,
A sea of oil, devoid of sea bass,
My neck grows taught, a loss of breath,
Choke back a cough, for fear of death.
Warped by heat the world appears,
Cold as winter, hot as spheres
Of molten gas, sulphurous moun
