Forgotten

I had forgotten how bright the moon can be,
The ceaseless allure of starlight,
The stangely intimidating inkiness of the sea,
The mild sweetness of lilly,
The tale of my eternal stroll
That lead me into a lost world,
My angel's first kiss of oblivion
After which nothing was left to be told,
The tempestuous cascade of waves,
The vast canopy of blue,
My hope to wash ashore alive,
For the very sight of you!
As I now lie with a mouth full of sand,
My heart throbes for survival, I see bright light;
I wonder if its this easy to be dead,
Or is it just happening inside my head...?