Tormented in storms by torments of thoughts. Sail boat sails through waves of emotions. Pushed by motions of relevance yet irrelevant notions. I through eyes of floating corpses of personalities I hosted. Drown thy boat with heavy feelings. Sink, I sink, still breathing I lay at the bottom of the ocean. Staring at rain, like falling bullets peircing still water. Oppositions & contradictions synch in the sea.
"Sailing ships never sink. They just set out, out to sea. I can feel you in the breeze. I can hear you speak."
My ship sinks inside a half empty bottle of liquor. Everything I love, everything I hate, became all the same. If this has gotten the best of me where was I at my best? I used to live life with a noose around my neck. Now I live life hanging from its last thread.
Is there anything left of me? I'm comfortably living dead and when "I feel alive" I feel nothing. Is there anything to bring me back from this? Got a noose tied to my tongue, pulling lost words out my mouth. Got a knot tied to my teeth, pulling pain out of my gums. I look at you & all I see is happiness on a price tag. A bought life, I won't settle in the eyes of conformity by the hands of organize society.
Candles lit, Counting down from six. Blood spills down your mouth & through your teeth like a overflown dam with cracked walls. Death breaths, Counting down from five. Blood runs like rivers down your ***** through open wounds & out your veins. Death whistles, Counting down to four. Blood gathers upon your palms like rain puddles. Death sings, Counting down to three. Blood falls like rain drops & tears off your fingers tips. Death whispers, Counting down to two. Blood leaks down your ****. Death. Blood bleeds out your wound & I watch you aestheticly abort the love you cursed upon me.
Went looking for the devil & found myself staring at my own reflection. What's it like to feel so alive on beliefs by the hands of converted faith. I'm tired of fighting my own thoughts & Fed up with always questioning everything that breaths. Removed myself from my mind left me happily resilient & vague. Is this living or just existing?