An Introverted Chaos

Alcoholic in a Bottle

Deep in the depths of your own being, your layers unfold before your very eyes. Drowning in the waters of your own deep sea- and yet there is no surface. What lies in those heated depths? Those twister lakes? Those tainted caverns? Bitter lips touching a bottle tip yet there's something far beyond understanding. Your journey of self begins. It consumes you. You are the monster beneath the waves. A silent stalker. A miserable blue. A dark depression on the seafloor. You can't get out. You pulled yourself in and now you'll drown. Drown in your burning despair, your misery, your loneliness. Your death possesses such sweet ambiguity. Such a flawless face- so perfectly tainted. What could you possibly run from? Or were you searching for a peace of mind among those depths? That flaw had been discovered long ago. So incredibly flawless with as much depth as the ocean she swallowed. It only makes sense. End your suffering with your own consumption. With cold lifeless fingertips on an empty glass bottle, you succumbed to your own desperation.