Swallowed by the Sea

I was only a child when I first looked into her eyes and saw her body rise up over the ocean to the skies, I, a lost boy who bled love onto the sand like rain while injecting colours into my open veins; this boy was swallowed by the wicked sea's distraint for love is sometimes violent and violence has no constraint to see inside of you and feel what you think with a knife of silver, releasing your soul as it sinks and throwing it to the ocean with ambiguous violence deep beneath the water in dead black silence, a place just like this where no dimensions exist; my hands hitting her picture, and the image, it shifts, I throw it to the ocean so she may be with me, for now we are both swallowed by the sea.