The waters shift.
The boat then sways.
Casting riffs,
On the waters stage.

Oars crash!
Disrupting the play.
The dance now dramatic,
A ballet of rage.

The boat tips,
Waves turn the page.
Darken the water.
The ****** is grave.

breath deep,
lungs give way.
This water's depth,
could not be gauged

A drop let falls,
From Oars now still.
It greets the water,
Letting ripples shrill.

sink to the bottom
Embracing waters fill.
A forgotten story,
Of the droplet spill

I move adrift,
Surrounded by Erebus,
living as one.
Subdued and silent as Nyx cradles me,
Slowly I Breath In their Aether,
I am home till Hemera take's me

We are prisoners of time, 
Running from one moment to the next,
Racing the strokes that create the seconds. 
Fleeing from our own creation.

Stop! Why won't you stop?
Your breathing is erratic!
Your shaking is visual!
Your eyes close and hold,
You seem hysterical.
Why are you acting like that!
Are you having a panic attack?
Can you not stay on track?
How much more can you take?
How much more sound can those headphones hold down before they break.
Do you think you're alone?
No voice in your voice mail,
Or tones from your phone.
Looking at that screen
Screaming, is anyone home!
watching your chest cave
Observing the delay
Counting
One in
Two out
Deep breath,
saying your ok.
Until A Few minutes pass
It comes back
Pulse starts to quicken
You start sinking in
Repeat the process again and again
The counts increased, your past ten
Thinking to yourself,
will I feel normal by the end.
I don't mean to call you out.
I'm saying this all as a friend
I don't want to see you go down that road again.
So Pick up the pen.
Write it all out
Its Your only way to vent
Only way to beat this drought
At the end of the day
All you can do is try
Did you even notice the voice saying this Was all in your mind

I need a way to escape from this condition
I try to be an optimist,
every day I meet resistance
The Borderline declined
Greet The pessimist existence
They argue back and forth
Let the realist listen

I need a break from this mind state,
This Never ending debate.
Twenty-five years they've been arguing straight.
The black and white of my hemispheres
Are mixing their shade.
This battle back and forth has me blending to gray.
First, it was fun like playing a game.
Breaking down the meaning,
Finding lines between what they say.
I'd sit and listen for hours; I'd do this every day.
Now there's no new meaning, and I don't want to play!

Chill night grips the bones,
snow flakes fall finding their place on stones
A man walks past, lost and alone
Each stride takes a part from his hearts lost home
His eyes a glaze, coated hopes to atone.
Searched the meaning of his name
The results yield unknown.
Collapsed into himself
No marrow in his bones
He embraces the chill
Numb to the cold.
Like the snow flakes that fall
He's at home on these stones