I am the shipwreck with its scattered and soaked wood, littering the ocean like a nest of roaches. The water smothers me patiently and it wait to feels my body on the ocean floor. I am the captain. I stand on my ship, never leavin its side. For tonight i sleep in a sharks stomach. The tears and rain both hit my face, as i lay down on deck and wait to drown. I am the thunder. Hear me roar as i deafen all. I conduct my orchestra as loud as possible and conclude with a violent smash. I am washing the splinters from within my heart and i scream as it pumps. I let my lungs fill with water as the broken bath tube leaks.