Eyes get droopier
And heavier
The glimmer and shine once held
Now dull and lost
Only brought by the sun
The artificial bathroom light
The ground
The concrete the dirt
Seemingly now has a lot to offer
The sky blue-gray
All the pretty colors faded
Constant conflict with the mirror
Back forth up down left right
Never diagonal
Sparkling raindrops fall from my face
To paint the concrete like chalk
Soon bloodshed?
Emotionally dead?
Trapped in the bed in your head
Where you feel at home
Made of knives and spite
And rage and rain
Oceans flood the room
Water fills your lungs as you say "i know"
No you dont you must get it
In your ears in your eyes
The salty water stings
You reach out for slippery hands
Into more drowning rooms
You reach for surface for a gasp of air
Yank back down
If you know where are you going?
Wallow
Selfish
