In the stark white marbled halls
where the pit of the gods lay,
where they cry out their inky black tears of depression,
at the fall of their progeny,
at the loss of their dreams;
here my heart sinks in despair
plugging the last remaining escape for the blackness
causing it to swirl and eddy,
pooling within the clean white depression that lies in the heart
of this palace to humanity.
It rises slowly from its drainage ditch,
like an inescapable horror
plodding on tirelessly till it over takes me.
There are stairs down to the pit
vanishing silently as the thick waters rise;
how I long to step into those waters
and feel their warm embrace;
I can feel it surrounding my heart, sunken as it is,
and my body yearns for that comfort,
for what I have known all my life.
Sinking in to my chest,
the water hugs in,
grasping my body,
lifting me up to float effortlessly on its sadness.
Held aloft by my old friend, I close my eyes
to sleep in silence and wait
for light to linger here again.