Retrograde brides
Sink into the warm pool
Catatonic smiles
Beneath hooded lashes
My poor ancestors
Foolishly donning a white veil
With bright, crystalline eyes
Their still bodies
And pale, sullen cheeks
Drown me
Finger brushed collarbones
Apathetic embraces
Pull me deeper
into a wavering mirror
Of deafening static
Their collapsed chests cling
Against my beating heart
And I decide my suicide dreams
May **** me in the end
But only because
While I am alive
I am painfully aware
I have not lived