you strip and fall
upon uneven surfaces
of irritation.
this is the last of your dreams
before the nightmares begin,
behold.
every splash is accompanied by a silent scream.
you beg and beg to return to reality
but no mercy is ever given.
you have lost hope.
you cannot make it up
to your gods.
your voice is gone,
deep under the sea
melodies of bubbles.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
you strip and fall
upon uneven surfaces
of irritation.
this is the last of your dreams
before the nightmares begin,
behold.
every splash is accompanied by a silent scream.
you beg and beg to return to reality
but no mercy is ever given.
you have lost hope.
you cannot make it up
to your gods.
your voice is gone,
deep under the sea
melodies of bubbles.
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