The ferry over the water

The sound of steps, the ringing of coins passed
On the ship deck he took stand in front of the railing, directly opposite to the cold, uncaring mirror
In a manner of weary determination only dead men do know
In silent passing hhe just had to wait
For it to present itself
The deranged things he would do after his own work betrayed him one last time
And the moment came when the ship, on its' waxing course to the other side, arrived on the
deepest, blackest pit in water he himself could ask to find
He just needed to lean over slightly and reach with his hands into the water
And all the cruel torture would stop and he'd finally be left alone
But in the foul silence insecurity boiled up again
A million thoughts appeared in utter chaos and coalesced into one, silence

And following it a deep look into the deeper black, a long, inspecting stare
In the pitch black arms grasping in fear for anything they could hatch on
To escape the pitch black
It made him realize if he jumped
He would never be left alone again
It made him freeze
A while later, the boat reached the other shore
The travellers all slowly left the belly of this boat
And he, he had missed his destination.