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
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