melancholy river water flowing gray
water gray and as thick as blood
this suffocating silver courses through my veins
this gray blood rushes all over filling my brain spilling over my cold coal heart
eyes dry, no water flowing gray from my cold eyes, just from my finger tips as I write
that melancholy river is accompanied by a fog, a blinding haze that puts a barrier between myself and those who "love" me
love is so red, hot like fire but cant exist in me because of this gray river water
that flows to a quiet expansive black lake. its horizon looks infinite but its a lake nonetheless.
trapped, surrounded by tall, dark as night trees and the haze swirling through the tops of them the haze in the sky looks like the gray river water. Water that drains life instead of supplying it.
it is deathly. It is a death from within that makes you suffer for eternity. Life is eternity. A long time to be and to be in that melancholy gray river.
splashing about in the water. Not like a happy toddler, more like a small drowning silver coin tossed in or simply dropped from its owner's fingertips.
now embedded in that river bed sunken in and surrounded by that river water for ever. Is it even water when it leaves one so parched?
melancholy murky gray water leaves you too weak to dry yourself off. Every once in a while, that lake, that river, that haze, visits for shorter than a season but longer than not.
call for help? grab a low hanging branch, or a floating log to pull yourself out of the water? the river water leaves you too weak remember.
unable to use your limbs, and to want to because of the numbness of the mind. the numbness created when that water replaced your cerebral fluids when you first drowned. How can you get out now? Do you want to?
