A vast plutonian deep,
devoid of light.
A tremendous weight
is crushing my lungs.
Swallowing the brine,
I reflect and realize:
Love...
Your friends die laughing.
Fettered, no doubt,
by my own actions.
The angler fish are noble,
they provide me with light.
They said if I believe
my dreams could come true,
but my dreams are nightmares now
that they're still of you.
Perhaps you'll hear my words from the deep,
Uttered to convey this meaning:
Dear Eva,
I need you like I need the water I breathe.