Buried deep below my conscience down between the seeds of doubt flows that ebb and flow in constants a whole ocean I’d do without blurred inside of thoughts obscured are the things which I do not know and all the things which have occurred are in that sea which dwells below
As I sail on the trouble waters as I swim in those murky depths I think of the endless slaughters that haunt all my waking breaths I glide on through trepidation As I twist out upon the gails I reflect on my situation and the syndrome that it fails
Drowning, flailing under the current are the aspects that are in my past knowing all the things that I weren’t are the things which could never last their screaming and cries enthrall me like a siren that lures me to the rocks and onward to my death they call me like the final strike of my life’s clocks
Buried deep down below my dead gaze in the chaos called my brain is the infinite wet maze housing the beasts that lie insane in this sea of raging tempests I stand on unsteady ground knowing everything thing I expressed in these depths it can be found
Stepping out from my own vessel to the sea which I can’t quell now the feeling which I nestle is the one that I know well as I walk through this tempest in the waters of my own feeling like a man who’s possessed in these deep waters, all alone.