In the sea of aged descension,
debauchery of tortoises and sea horses,
afloat bottoms up.
With fleeting corals,
wilted they wane,
a familiar millet stops by.
Seeping ashes I breathe in,
treacherous flames I shan’t squelch,
left nothing but void to differ the abyss
from an unfathomable surface.
Tidal deluge washes away.
Deprive me of thy momentum,
for I no longer swim.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
In the sea of aged descension,
debauchery of tortoises and sea horses,
afloat bottoms up.
With fleeting corals,
wilted they wane,
a familiar millet stops by.
Seeping ashes I breathe in,
treacherous flames I shan’t squelch,
left nothing but void to differ the abyss
from an unfathomable surface.
Tidal deluge washes away.
Deprive me of thy momentum,
for I no longer swim.
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