Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Old Poem: Under Pressure

Breath in. Breath Out.
Calmly know that we are dieing
Laugh at it
Stare into it

Darkness is the glory we bring
Sadness what a sweet slumber
Entranced we stare at the beginning of our end
Here we are again stuck alone in the dark

Floating like a lifeless ship
Broken and misdirected we sail
The water is cold and shivers tickle my spine
Clouds circling above like vultures

Taunting me with black smoke
Rain drips from their eyes and the ship sinks
Down, down, down we go
Drowning in the pitch black hole

Murky water and lifeless wood
Paralyzed in a state of disgruntled thoughts
Falling slowly to the bottom of it all
Pieces that once were whole finally fall

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