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Floating, drifting in a sea of stroboscopic light Hear the siren’s frantic lullaby — their eternal plight I can feel the water, warmer, permeate my skin Projecting, unfurling my mortal sin Drawing all my power, taken hour by hour Hear the water dripping, seeping into my consciousness — godlessness A triangle of metaphorical constructs, clinging to what I cannot let go If I lay here long enough, will the nightmares disappear? The warm water will retreat, I fear Is there anything left for me? What more could I have been? The tide drifts me to open spaces, wreathed between all my dreams An unattainable state, ripped apart from its fragile seams I see familiar faces proclaiming, painting a shadow — a monster, a man My heart beating through my chest The mistakes on my forehead, my eternal crest The martyr of the coming holocaust My darling, I fear I’m forgotten, I’m lost The stars staring, glaring down on me — set my ashes free The moon’s wayward stare, a gentle reminder of better years My consort, darling, I apologize I can’t stand to see the affliction in your eyes Lost at sea — was it all a dream? My darling, are you real? If only for a second, take my hand and join me in our blazing everland I can feel your undeniable hands reaching down my throat The water turns pale, the creeping dark Don’t be afraid, my darling — for love leaves a mark Break open my chest, grab this stitched fabric heart Rip it open, tear it apart String me up like a Russian doll How can hollow, ashen bones stand so tall? Leave me here hanging, in this desolate pool Watch as the life fades from my eyes A creature here, now, dies
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Stroboscopic Sea
Floating, drifting in a sea of stroboscopic light Hear the siren’s frantic lullaby — their eternal plight I can feel the water, warmer, permeate my skin Projecting, unfurling my mortal sin Drawing all my power, taken hour by hour Hear the water dripping, seeping into my consciousness — godlessness A triangle of metaphorical constructs, clinging to what I cannot let go If I lay here long enough, will the nightmares disappear? The warm water will retreat, I fear Is there anything left for me? What more could I have been? The tide drifts me to open spaces, wreathed between all my dreams An unattainable state, ripped apart from its fragile seams I see familiar faces proclaiming, painting a shadow — a monster, a man My heart beating through my chest The mistakes on my forehead, my eternal crest The martyr of the coming holocaust My darling, I fear I’m forgotten, I’m lost The stars staring, glaring down on me — set my ashes free The moon’s wayward stare, a gentle reminder of better years My consort, darling, I apologize I can’t stand to see the affliction in your eyes Lost at sea — was it all a dream? My darling, are you real? If only for a second, take my hand and join me in our blazing everland I can feel your undeniable hands reaching down my throat The water turns pale, the creeping dark Don’t be afraid, my darling — for love leaves a mark Break open my chest, grab this stitched fabric heart Rip it open, tear it apart String me up like a Russian doll How can hollow, ashen bones stand so tall? Leave me here hanging, in this desolate pool Watch as the life fades from my eyes A creature here, now, dies
#sadness#thoughts#loss
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
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