A shitty Artist with a shitty head, writing shitty poems

Poisoned dreams of water

I'm so sorry to tell you this,
My dreams have been plagued.
They've been poisoned with death.
That's all that seems to run through my head.
But they are no nightmares,
No they are much worse,
Because there still dreams.
Dreams that I wish were so true.
Dreams of me silent and at peace in water.
Water so calming and still it becomes a bed,
So comfy I don't want to leave.
I'm so afraid of myself,
I don't trust myself.
Especially not around water,
Water so addictive,
So kind,
So comforting ,
But all so deadly.
My dreams have been plagued.
But they are still dreams
Dreams that I want.
No I can't  pursue them
I will not pursue them.
I know I shouldn't but,
My mind is running wild with water.
How can water save me but destroy me?
Every time I see water
Memories of my dreams flood my mind.
My mind is drowning, it's so far under.
Do I even remember how to swim?
Do I dare try?
Do I allow my self to become on with the water?
I'm laying here alone.
It's so dangerous to be alone.
Why have you left me alone?
How come you never answer anymore?
The water is calling for me.
Is that your doing, or the work of another?
I have so many questions,
There flowing from my mouth,
Like a raging water fall.
Why are there no answers to these questions?
I am begging
I am begging.
I need answers soon.
I don't think I can wait any longer.
The water is making so many promises.
I'm trying not to fall to temptation.
But you aren't making it easy.
My dreams are plagued.
Poisoned with death.
I'm sorry to tell you this.
I'm sorry.