I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep

later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left

Ticking of the clock.
Incessant noise that hits the eardrum.
The room spins.
Will it ever stop?
Darkness, thick as mud
Oozing slowly, steadily.
It engulfs everything.
Falling into its black pit.
Every second of the plummet, an hour.
Suffocation creeps in.
Pinching.
Squeezing
Smothering.
No breath welcome here.
In this black hole.
This empty space.
This void.

When there is no pain,
The words seem to fade,
To a faint voice in the back of my head,
To a scribble on a paper not worth sharing not worth keeping,

When there is no pain,
I feel too busy to write,
So I listen to the words in my head,
Not itching of a scribble or a write.

So all those times I write happy poems
It's me .trying to use words for comfort
In an ultimate reality of words
Disappearing in each imagination

So I'll try to write this happy poems,
No anger
As an "Inhale love Exhale hate"gesture
Even if it seem like I'm too busy at my happy moments