i fell into oblivion, from the shores of Beyond Death its waters were vermillion a thousand colors under black i fell into oblivion and held the seawaves in my arms but even as the fog came in, and my mind was slipping away there was a catch- an infernal life vest and my lungs still struggled for air.
i fell into oblivion, my sketchbook held me up my pencil my oars, the spine my rest grey and white drawings held me in their hands oblivion, they said, it's not as it seems it's not what you want stay here with me don't let go of the pencil, it's keeping you sane each stroke that you touch pencil to page you're drawing your heartbeats in monochrome grey
i fell into oblivion, and washed on the shores of black sand and grey sand- Life at its Worst but i managed to crawl a little farther up the shore the sand turned to white, the clouds swept away but still back behind me oblivion tugged on its rope and collapsing, i gasped my heart tugged out of my throat
i saw my own heart lying red on the sand soon followed my lungs still taking in air and i died on the beach, my bones scattered bout but still i resisted, dying wasn't for me yet so i picked up my pencil sand stuck to the tip it made little furrows in the shining bright sand
and when i couldn't hold my pencil at all that's when i really died- my soul was no more but i didn't swim back into the black sea i drifted away on a cloud made for me left behind my body, my organs, my bones around them the words, carved into the sand -the world is my sketchbook- -i shall not be destroyed-