Hooked

I put a hook in my heart and cast it out to see. 

I'm blinding in depths of indifference

sighing choral songs

as the stars are fishing for my soul. 

My instincts are a great white hunger

and my will is a lying fish. 

Subtle in bite 

never enough 

to last all night. 

The Fisher hooked me

but I turn the water red in rips

and tears of trying. 

Oozing organs of only dying.

The hook rips from mouth to brain

but barely taps the strings of heart. 

Hybrid of swiming and caught; 

Dead and a lie. 

I don't see the deep of the Ocean I live in. 

I keep all my fickle feces floating 

with great effort stored

in upper abominations 

to hold tight to everything. 

I float listless on the surface;

drown in the air.