pressure gives way to explosion
to tell myself that I’ve gotten better
doesn’t seem to make sense
scarlet hues and melted flesh fill the air
it’s all I know
to be beautiful through suffering
to appreciate life through misery
to expect nothing in order to have something
the tides turn as i crash into the ocean
the air ******* life from my insides
the fish welcome me into their toxic waste
falling deeper into the abyss
as i disappear
so do the traces of my presence
regret is only experienced outside the norm
an avoidable anomaly
something that’s been hard to distance myself from
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
pressure gives way to explosion
to tell myself that I’ve gotten better
doesn’t seem to make sense
scarlet hues and melted flesh fill the air
it’s all I know
to be beautiful through suffering
to appreciate life through misery
to expect nothing in order to have something
the tides turn as i crash into the ocean
the air ******* life from my insides
the fish welcome me into their toxic waste
falling deeper into the abyss
as i disappear
so do the traces of my presence
regret is only experienced outside the norm
an avoidable anomaly
something that’s been hard to distance myself from