Pale - Sharks

As pale as the days were blue

An illness so convincing

How ever did you pull through?

From the medway to my ears

One sonnet so degrading

How ever could I thank you

The room is spiraling

The walls are closing in

The truth’s been splattered

Over you with oil paint

As tender as the heart is raw

Raise the bottle to your glass face

And let those spinal cords unwind

The room is spiraling

The dice are tumbling

The extent of my education exceeds