Let any fish who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear
For I am the harbinger of death. The bane of creatures sub-aqueous
My rod is true and unwavering as I cast into the aquatic abyss.
A man, scorned by this uncaring Earth, finds solace in the sea
My only friend, the worm upon my hook. Wriggling, writhing, struggling to surmount the mortal pointlessness that permeates this barren world.
I am alone.
I am empty.
And yet
I fish.