The Sea

The tempests aren't so tempestuous, now.
The waves not nearly hellish. Here, alone
I think about suburban lights, and how
Those days, those lights, those city streets are gone.
The water's bubble finds insanity
In every man, it finds propensity
To curse, to cry, to fight, to hate, to scream.
In every man it festers, the sea.
The sea will have my mind as well, and I
Will die alone, insane. Decaying flesh
Will feed the birds so they will live and fly
again. And to the world, this is the best
That I can give. Though death is surely near,
I'll die in honor, conqueror of fear