Nothing more than a mere subtle touch;
Nothing but blatantly confessing your life,
To a lost listener behind forgotten ears,
With an empty face buried in cold shaking hands.
Everyone calls themselves "poetic," and spits their words
Like a threat.
The shockwaves of this energy hiss and scratch at my throat.
Everything is voice, everything is communication, everything is about relationships.
But I am being pulled under
And captivated by the drag of consciousness-
Until I am submerged in the vast emptiness,
Engulfed within the abyss I was born to succumb to.