I lowered myself
Into the sweet saline.
As it trapped me,
In the hum of embrace.
It Clouded gently
Over the Bruises i never had,
It made me believe
That I was broken
That I could easily dissolve
Into this satanic broth.
I really did feel powerless, defeated
As i froze with the warmth.
It flushed me with the wave
Of thoughts i doubted were mine
But i felt them coming
From deep within the parts of me
That i never bothered seeing
Light at the end of the line
Seems closer to reach
Than that of the morning sun
are the temptations nothing but
the echos of lonely whispers
Within this hollow chamber?
and why does it feel empty,
when there are thoughts
bouncing all over?
have the walls grown numb or
has the darkness taken over?
while crossing a bridge
of hungry glass,
would you:
walk and bleed,
run and cut or
stay and dissolve?
