pressure gives way to explosion
to tell myself that I’ve gotten better
doesn’t seem to make sense
scarlet hues and melted flesh fill the air
it’s all I know
to be beautiful through suffering
to appreciate life through misery
to expect nothing in order to have something
the tides turn as i crash into the ocean
the air ******* life from my insides
the fish welcome me into their toxic waste
falling deeper into the abyss
as i disappear
so do the traces of my presence
regret is only experienced outside the norm
an avoidable anomaly
something that’s been hard to distance myself from