Bottled Breath

I wrote upon a withered parchment.
Afloat out at the oceans will.
As demon's tempests bred I wrote these words.
Upon the flesh I tore from my rib.



Do you see purpose sail aimlessly?
In the distance farther, hoped I reach.
Upon the horizon my dream fared.
Now slowly adrift onward to Camposanto Vecchio.

This feeble raft predators circle.
The ever present shadow of my mind.
Cast away, we lost at sea.
Down to'th the depths o'misery we both drown.

As the waves wash away life...
I hear the Devil whisper... "Heaven's full..."