Submarine from the Hell they try

The very intuition of a cause, dreamt from a devils horn on fire
snake hips grating in the sand of a desert son desire
a double barrel shotgun, bleeding from the soul,
down in the depth of an unearthly hellish hole.
A double dismissal, doubting a drowning face,
an absoloute collapse, a red faced caustic disgrace,
love tried, in a hangman's  eyes apology,
we saw the finger nails growing to a length obscene.
The record playing, in a vinyl groove a showing
a crowd applauding, the claps double tapped a flowing,
down in the bowels of the ships guts intestines,
we drown slowly, echoed sounds a hundred dins.
This world war two submarine sinking fast and hard,
a depth charge exploding around the hull of the discharge.
Swimming towards the surface, intact and above aboard
the memory of an explosion from a nazi missile did load.
I crave for your love as I float from down below,
the freezing bite, of the ocean, grips me from the devils shore,
i recall the new york apartment i lived in. that seems a million distances away
I was the only survivor, no brothers left to this very day.
Of course i visit their gravestones, i lay flowers down in bloom
remembering there faces, there looks frozen in doom,
the distraught, the distressed, the realisation that loved ones die
a family of the devil,rewarded for the acts they try.