Serial Killer

Fathoms upon fathoms of dark mysteries
that suffocate the world above, but
the world above feeds this delirious world
while still creating more mysteries in the deep blue.

This filth stretches both deep and wide.
Miles layered over miles of hazards
that rotates in a lethargic slumber,
growing upon chance and
killing by simply growing.

Nothing lives where this monster resides;
the lake being black amidst a sparkling ocean.
Decaying and growing; alive and sleeping.
Slippery creatures disappear, boats capsize, and
wings fall into tormented decay.

Fathoms upon fathoms of disappearing tricks.
Though the world can see,
it cannot hear, and
though the mysteries know,
they Cannot speak.