The Black Sea

Innocuous winds stir on the surface Diabolical, sinuous unknowns, chilled to the bone What dwells beneath is what concerns us The Black Sea has secrets hidden in the depths Dark ages wait in pain Thick tar buried, expired with the spirit Fermenting hate below the sunken boat Something with bad breath and jagged teeth Sinks deeper without sleep into the mind Anticipates death and never rests Lurks ugly in contempt with nefarious intent Grabs for you to drag you down There is no cure for abominations sent from hell With malice, psychotic episodes that never end Iniquity is not that pretty in the dark of hearts Found at the level of the dead Layers of warped consciousness licking at the brain Over the edge with insanity to feed It wants brains to eat to suck out all ideas One thought at a time until they die It does not matter that monsters have no manners Etiquette is for the weak of mind, delicate of spirit Creatures from the sea don't care what you are thinking If this seems strange to you, familiar or too dangerous It's true