"Sometimes when I close my eyes, it feels like I'm floating.
Floating endlessly in an ocean of blackness.
I see memories, a slideshow of images that are not mine, flash before me.
Songs I have never sung.
The lyrics have no meaning to me.
My lungs burn, screaming at me to 'go up! go up!'.
What do they mean? Why would I to listen to the wailing of my measly body? It doesn't matter.
I feel fine. I've survived this long without it.
I don't need warmth.
The bright, bloody, flesh tunnel scares me, it's light hurts my head.
So I look away.
The ceaseless ocean welcomes me with open arms.
I am home."
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| Oh How I Rot |
FantasyMy brain has nothing better to do- and this is probably trash