Depressive Winter - Abyss

The dark sky
seems to have crashed down on the ocean
unhooked by winds,
shooted by lightning.
The rain makes an opaque and constant trickle
which's rising up on the horizon,
sharp blades.
I try to swim on a volcanic sea
Sticky and burning,
through the wave's foam
I saw, in torment,
a sign of peace standing out.
Sinking,
I discovered the calm of the drowing.
First suffocating and paralysed
by frozen depths,
I found a second breath
which got me forgetting my disgusting nature of carcass.
Purple, blue, green, rotten,
to end into nothingness.