Stuck all alone at sea,

Terrifying cold needles penetrating his skin, Unseen, agonising needles.

Perishing below the surface of the water, Wedged between ice after ice.

Nothing in sight

Not even boat wreckage, no evidence of his origins, Purgatory, searing pain, stuck unable to reach the shore.

Destined to freeze on the shore,

Paralyzed, his arms flail, his toes die, and purple encompasses his feet.

Desperately pulling himself forward, tears in eyes, Nothing, no movement, no birds swooped in the vile air.

Not his world or the world he hoped to go to but somewhere in-between,

Excruciation crept up his legs; drilling, boring holes through his thighs.

Dying, joining his wasted feet, bobbing as if ripped in half by a hungry shark.

A torso with no hope, trapped terrifyingly between life and death, time prolonged.

Mountainous snow gleaming from afar, burning his eyes, he pleads for redemption,

Morphing hills become monstrous waves holding fast

in the sky, menacingly waiting,

Murder weighs down his conscious; his crimes. The waves tumble, crashing hard, slow motion, torturing….

Stuck all alone at sea,

Terrifying cold needles penetrating his skin, Unseen, agonising needles.

Perishing below the surface of the water, Wedged between ice after ice.