Feeling a little like a bruised peach
Still sweet. Still juicy.
But soon I'll make you gag on my decayed flesh
Repetitious onslaught of daily drudgery leaves me hollow, tender
Used
Dawn bleeds into twilight, another one bites the dusk
Left alone with my thoughts and the far away rooting of night creatures
The darkness is an engulfing cave
My rampant desire to create is a halocline
Salt water day dreams meshing smoothly with fresh water nightmares
Hard to distinguish between the two
I'm sad you are gone
Tears fell for your fall
I cannot strong arm you into a game of pong or light a smoke
But I can sing into the silence hoping the melody helps fill your void
Static is a constant background
I've never treaded water of this depth in some time
My arms getting tired, legs sore
I look to you for comfort and realize you are already sinking
Where's the point when I decide who to save
Or do I too slip below the surface?